The Locket
I wear my precious locket on my chest
The symbol of all that is me
The centre of existence
The giver of life
I wear my precious locket on my sleeve
Too pretty to hide
Yet too precious to give away
Waiting for the right piece
I wear my precious locket deep within
Too perfect to not be complete
Yet too fragile for all the world to see
Behind high walls is where it sits
Mar my locket not with frivolity
Unless it is frivolity my locket seeks
Seek not when it seeks not to seek
Only the right piece
A sudden burst of insipration led to writing this :)
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2 comments:
Too deep for a humble me.. I need to digest this thoroughly.. The locket sounds like your heart isn't it? :)
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