Your Heart

Within your body it holds the whole of what you know. The guide of every life, as it should be. Taken for granted. Forgotten in a dark hollow Covered with dust that is neglect. Filtered through with cobwebs suggesting vacency, Decaying away in a barren wasteland it was not meant to be trampled upon, crumpled, or torn. The one life's existence of a single thought. The make up of what is the dream of a soul. Once, finally acknowledged it will feel loved once more.