A jaded heart, so cold and hard ripped through with your diamond words
A jaded heart, so precious and guarded, brought down by your chiseled lust
A jaded heart beats once again, slowly turning to clay in your well trained hand
A jaded heart, so happy and content- to be molded and formed by your intent.
You created a masterpiece- long lost beauty for the eye of the beholders
You created a treasure, plated in gold and inlaid with love overflowing
Little by little, you held this heart to the flame- the flame of your past, the flame of your present
Little by little this beauty, it melted away – little by little it hardened, that beautiful clay
The clay started crumbling – beneath the flames of your fire
'till all that was left was the remnants of desire
As the dust fully lifted, and the tides had all shifted
All that was left was a jaded hard heart
About the Creator
Emily Atchley
I love to write! I love to let the world slip away, turn my mind off and write what it in my heart.
My favorite things to write about are what i lovingly call "Spiritual Whispers" things I hear in my heart from the Universe.
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