A heart that was once
Unguarded and inviting
Attracted the selfish
The ungrateful and naive
All who carved pain so deep
The scarring still remains
Receeding into seclusion
The heart, having endured enough
Closed off from humanities icy grip
Slipping into a comatose
Free of sorrow and heartache
But thirsty for a warmth
To shelter it from the cold
Longing for a love that can
Heal the wounds and clear the mess
Yet fearful of opening when
Pain and calamity is all its known
Uncertain of the path ahead
The heart stands at a crossroads
Battling whether it wants to
Travel down the same pathway
Or take a chance that could end up
Being the journey of a lifetime

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