What if I let you see the thorns
That sit silently in this heart
Or the needles that painfully poked me
To loss for words?
What if I revealed the the blood tainted
Tears that have sat for ages like a
Pond baring deadly bugs?
What if the scars you see are much deeper
Than you can bare to imagine
Dare to understand?
What if the hands that hold you
Still bleed from blades of yesterday?
What if the heart that loves you
Still holds pain of rejection?
That is surrender of my heart
To your heart .