There is nothing more fleeting than trust,
you open your heart, they react in disgust.
They interrogate, but they're not ready to hear,
today's prejudice, tommorow's fear.
I sit alone, and stare into shame,
there's a stranger in the mirror, with my name.
Decisions, decisions,
they all make tiny incisions,
I fall back and reflect on the carnal,
should I open my heart and risk the fall?
A contest entry
- Image Inspired J by HeavenScent4U.
300 points, ended February 14, 2008, 22 entries
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Comments
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Nice piece, well taken work, works well with the image
blackhart
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wow i really like this. it is a hard thing for the youth to open their hearts and trust. they have so many emotions but sadly enough a lot of them keep them bottled up. this is a very nice take on the prompt. thanks for entering and good luck. be well and be blessed
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