Ceramic Heart
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Free ridden
With past tense illusions
Placed on the silver platter of the finest of foes;
Driven into the rock solid foundation
Nothing’s set in stone
And you are my enquiring fortress.
The moment through which I breathe
Ever fancied in the hurt of your words
Captive in your dreams;
Never meant to take hold so tightly
Paralyzed now
In your moment of resentment
Pardon my belligerence
You mean the world to me.