I've placed my heart,
back on it's shelf.
Way up high,
keeping it for myself.
Having it hurt,
is no small matter.
But why do I feel,
Bruised...and battered?
I never ask for anything,
never expect it either.
This way the disappointment,
goes much easier.
I will go through life,
all by my self.
I'll keep my heart safe,
up high on that shelf.
Written:9-18-07 0135
Written By:Dreamcatcher
