Trust those whose heart is not hidden... |
Heart on his Sleeve A Man, Wears his heart on his sleeve, As he stands, Growing, Among withered flowers of envy, despising his honest attempts at glory. A Man, Wears his heart on his sleeve, As he walks, Growing, Absorbing tears, and fears, like a sponge in a bucket of shoulders to cry on. A Man, Wears his heart on his sleeve, As he runs, Growing, Racing down dreams, like a cat, in the woods, after mice, without warning. A Man, Wears his heart on his sleeve, As he stops, Growing, As he breathes, with the depth, of a cavern, filled with dark echoed laughter. A Man, Wears his heart on his sleeve, As he sits, Growing, Contemplating life, like a fox, in the night, in search of an eternal meal. A Man, Wears his heart on his sleeve, As he sleeps, Growing, Curled up in a ball, full of wax, enveloping tales of trouble and dream. A Man, Wears his heart on his sleeve, As he wakes, Growing, Facing the day, like a knight, charging blindly into a sun of unpredictability. A Man, Wears his heart on his sleeve, As he stands, Sharing, His heart with the world without fear. |