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Personification of a Change of Heart

by bedroomwalls

November 6, 2015

There's no story to read. I have no end, no start. I am simply a personification of a change of heart.

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bedroomwallsSep 13, 2017

<p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">It’s challenging to describe myself </span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">When I constantly question my decisions</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">Challenge my thoughts, pick up my own gauntlet.</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">But, honestly, I love these inner collisions.</span></span></p><p class="p2"> </p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">I find how to be quietly loud; to be shyly brave.</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">To be a model student who wants to misbehave.</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">To be armored but open like a twenty-four hour shop,</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">A little late night stop on the corner of calm and not.</span></span></p><p class="p2"> </p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">I can receive the highest praise,</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">Get all A’s,</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">Then at the end of the day</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">Feel I’m not enough.</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">I can open my arms,</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">Be of no harm,</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">Raise no alarm,</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">And still stay tough.</span></span></p><p class="p2"> </p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">Because I’m made of the stuff</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">That patches streets together,</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">Keeps rain falling to the beat together,</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">That feeling when people get sweet together</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">And lie closed eyed beneath the sheets together.</span></span></p><p class="p2"> </p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">I will stay unbothered and stable,</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">Still offended and wild.</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">A confident adult</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">Still a hurricane of a child.</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">There is no story to read,</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">I have no end, no start.</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">I am simply</span></span></p><p class="p1"><span style="font-size:12px;"><span class="s1">A personification of a change of heart.</span></span></p>

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