Thy beauty of thy heart

Placing permanent ink borders around my heart that is troublesome and lonely ensuring one does not across into a place where hurt may strike again. Not sure if my heart can carry the capacity of genuine; Daily struggles of remorse while carrying dead weight of what ifs'. From the chords of my lungs etching out silent songs tempo-ed by melodies saddened by decisions made with a coarse heart. Fabricated truths and written ploys of unrehearsed drama-a rathole of a screenwriter of lies I became. Nominated and voted unanimously by those whose thought processes resembled my very own in structure; only different being-my lies, hurts, remorse and tears are written in permanent ink. Trying to move forth by adding calculated synthetic protein additives to build muscle around my scarred and damaged heart. More muscle more problems it seems. I guess the synthetic ingredients of the protein cannot obscure a "dealing heart." A pledge of allegiance is warranted. But strength to place my hand over a muscle not yet mature to take on the rigors of life, has subjected me to a darkened room of no one to trade thoughts upon. A room, of very little light, to decipher what my next thought will look like because the limitless light gives no room for introspect. Where does a heart go when its worn? Like a frog on a lily pad, observing nature in 3D, my heart leaps from thoughts to conclusions, conclusions to thoughts, only to drown on the lily pad that could not hold my weight for very long. It is amazing how Thy beauty of thy heart controls what thy see in color. But when Thy heart is worn it channels All THINGS in black and white. Filled with the wonders of love, my heart and its lonely can only seek what it can truly define. By incorporating pre-cautionary measures and stricter rules to ensure joy, happiness, peace and elongated love and passion beyond what Cupid offers. If there were no me, my heart would still be relevant; if my heart succumbed to just words; love would be irrelevant. And once my heart defines someone who really justifies love, she will be regarded as "Heaven Sent." Thy beauty of thy heart controls what thy see in color; When thy heart is "dealing" the room becomes dark, lies resemble truths, and permanent scars become inked. The hurt will one day cease. The heart will beat in rhythm again. Be accepting of what is yet to come... Pray for thy beauty of thy heart.