Vishal Dutia

She’s got a heart encased in thorns,
Her love is sharp and cold as ice,
With every beat, the pain transforms,
Her barbed wire heart pays no price.

The arteries are clogged with hate,
And veins are filled with venomous bile,
It pumps out anger and debate,
As it beats with a mechanical style.

The ventricles are rigid and tough,
Like a fortress that can’t be breached,
It’s impossible to love her enough,
For her barbed wire heart to be reached.

But still we try to break through the walls,
To reach the heart that’s buried deep,
Hoping one day she’ll hear our calls,
And her barbed wire heart will finally leap.

© VishalDutia