Buried

Somewhere buried,

Somewhere almost forgotten,

Not sure it will rise or even sprout,

Lips afraid to feel a tender kiss,

Ears too afraid to turn sweet words into venomous words,

Heart too scared to beat for anyone,

But,

The subconscious knows that:

Those same lips hungrily yearn for that kiss,

Those ears want to hear those 'sweet nothings'

And that heart is not as empty as you want yourself to believe.