You try to get close
but you'll only get hurt
the pain only grows
I must be alert.
I must shut the door
I can't let you in.
You'll be on the floor
with bleeding skin.
Many have tried
all of them lost.
I must hide
my heart at all costs.
I know what I felt
it wasn't fake.
My heart, it did melt
and relieved the ache.
But I endure my pain alone
refuse to take you with me.
Let my heart turn to stone
that's the way it has to be.
You can't go through,
you need to be smart,
and say adieu,
because I have a spiny heart.

By, Ana F.
Date: April 18, 2005
Time: 2:05am

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I was on a streak after I wrote “Holding the Devil’s hand” that this one had to be born too. You can see that the feelings are a lot like this one, but hear I use the symbolism of a spiny heart. (Spiny means, having or covered with protective barbs or quills or spines or thorns etc.) I like the rhyme, most of all I like the truth in ever corner of this poem. It’s the only thing that makes me feel good as a writer/poet, that the feelings I write down are real, not just fantasy or dreamed up, but I go through them and I feel them when I read them.