I wear my heart on a safety pin,
outside the skin I linger in.
I keep it locked from all the sin,
yet my faith is growing thin.
This little heart of worn-off paint
marks the rank of a lonely saint.
The metallic click of the little lock
stops the hands on the eternal clock.
My heart-shaped bondage slowly falls
as the voice of a stranger lovingly calls.
I pick up my heart before I stand
and place it in his gentle hand.
He unclips his own and hands it to me,
I guess this restraint is more like a key...
















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