The corridors of my heart

I think this is how it works with me. Sorry for the clichés.

The corridors of my heart

                               have grown mazy and twisted.

The gateways slink and shudder away

              from those who chase them.

 

If you can find me, though,

                                                    I will take you in.

I will clothe you and nurture you

    so that you can want for nothing

 

                 because there are no exits in my heart

and because you have broken

                                 my isolation.

 

There are no exits and so

                      when you are tired of my heart-home

                      when the food is too rich

        and the warm sunlight becomes too warm

 

you must rip your way through the walls.

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[Emily B]

i wrote words like this once, you know how way leads on to way, i lost the words, or they lost me, at least i imagine that they were like this