My Heart

My heart has been broken and bruised,

battered around and used.

Been shaken to the core,

because it's been through every war.

Retreated to a spot on the shelf,

swearing to not come down for anyone else.

Somehow found hope in a smile as bright as the sun,

knowing any day a storm could come.

Risking everything one more time,

for a kiss that felt so fine.

Hoping that there would be no end,

that finally it found its' true friend.

Velvet hands that know how to hold,

a precious gem left out in the cold.

Looking for something warm and safe,

to come and claim its place.