Cracked My Shell And Stole My Heart

My heart is broken in two,
Shattered into pieces.
But I don't let it show on the outside.
I don't let it peek through the cracks and holes of the outer shell.
We still talk awkwardly and laugh with hints of fakeness.
I see you talking to them,
Low shirts and tight jeans,
Too cover the ugliness within.
And I just grit my teeth and smile.
I go on with the party and meet new people
As well as people I already knew.
We jump around and sing along with the band.
Make fun of the head bangers and maushers.
My mind is free from you for the moment.
Then I come back to reality and realize,
My shell is gone and my heart is in one piece.
A friend cracked what remained of the shell away.
And stole my heart.



Poetry by Valerie
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Written on 2007-01-20 at 21:29

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
You are so good at sharing what is going on in your heart and mind. It is like watching a great movie with a wonderful character and many adventures and heartaches.
2007-01-21


Zoya Zaidi
I like the metaphorof cracking the shell and steeling the heart!
(((Hugs Valerie!)))
Welcome again to the Bay!
(((Hugs)))
Love, Zoya
2007-01-20