Baskadia

If I give you my heart,

Just remember it is a ‘hand me down’.

One left in bad shape;

Used to love's uneven path,

Made of concrete and mud, of fine silk and leather.

Just know this heart is fortified with a cul de 𝚜𝚊𝚌:

One passage to scrutinize that which steps in.

This heart is a rose...

I'll give you its beauty or tear you with its thorns.

Which ever way you choose.