My Heart is the Earth

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By Bailey Vaughn

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My heart is like the Earth.

Solid and firm at the core,

Surrounded by oozing magma

That makes my body melt.

It touches the surface of my skin

And slowly seeps back in.

 

Forming mountains of hope

And trenches of great grief

I’ll explore both zones

And adventure into the unknown

But where does my heart sleep?

 

Or does it even wake?

Buried in the ashes

Not even bothered by an earthquake.

 

Some love from above

Shifts my plates

And although I crave change

I go back to the same place.

 

But every time I move

It’s not the same the same as before

Though I hope for perfection

I always expect something less than more.

 

A titling world,

A wallowing dream,

My heart is like the earth

It remains mostly unseen.