Poem -

Locked heart.

Her hands can't bare,
the weight of the world,
in which you place,
Tears of agony,
streaming her face,
Throw the heavy weight,
Back onto you,
Dust her off,
She's though with you ,
No love within your heart,
Stop, pause, rewind, restart,
No broken pieces,

Brand new start,
No longer a given key,
Untouchable,
sacred,
Locked heart.

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Jimmy Arnold

A very pretty on one hand but extremely seriou on another written poem and i knowing you, (being you), wrote this one with, a whole lot of reasoning withinn mind..A once heavily known to others, as a kindred spirit, now forced and ready, to place aside all her worldly self beliefs and one of her most sacred and personally built,(with pride upon), foundations in life...."Her Trust." (Old), no longer once trusted, nor loved but (hopefully), soon to be forgotten news, in search of making  her own, of "brand spanking new,"Remains now and forever, her sought goal in life...."It only gets better from here, so they say and for you, i hope, rangs true".....No one deserves it more than you....My lines, felt bleeding of the personalism, of Nardine (lil sis)Sanders down below....

Back onto you,
Dust her off,
She's though with you ,
No love within your heart,
Stop, pause, rewind, restart,
No broken pieces,

Brand new start,
No longer a given key,
Untouchable,
sacred,
Locked heart.

Loved it,(lil) sister/sister,

Jimmy

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