THE SEALED NECTAR

There are days,
Where my heart,
Is carved out of paper sheaths,
Crumbling with every distant sound of heart break.

And with every crack and tear on my paper,
I sewed the gaping holes,
With the bricks of iron and of steel.

Silhouetting against the night of mighty scars,
The rudimentary ways of my heart.
Sealed lips.
Still longing nectar.

Desirous,
Reluctant yet desirous.
Far away with every new wound,
Still beams the hope of love.

Destroyed, not shall be,
Until destroyed by will.

The sealed nectar,
Beseeches amidst the caged dungeons;
Of gruesome deeds and gruesome hearts.

That cannot be caged,
Which was meant to flow,
The sealed nectar,
And the love that glows.

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