Lesbian Poetry

Scars of the Heart

Reflecting back upon my life on all that really matters.
I wonder how my heart became so worn and truly tattered!
All those nicks and tiny tares do add up over time.
All endured to feel secure, and say that someone's mine!

Somehow we all continue on and risk it all for love.
Hoping God will toss our way an Angel from above!
And as I stand here open armed, with love inside my heart.
No Angel has been thrown to me, no one with whom to start!

I fear the callas wall that now surrounds my broken spirit.
I fear no one will save my heart or try hard to get near it!
So much beauty hidden just beneath this thin scarred surface.
Unbridled passion waiting for another soul who's searching!