Splinters

There is a splinter,

Embedded deeply into my heart,

Protruding like a spike

But, I cannot seem to pry it loose 

Else, it threatens for my heart 

To bleed out.
      – This splinter is the Story of Us,

         One my heart gracefully fell in love with,

         But, it left adorned with thorns.

         So, I call them splinters stuck to my heart. 
© Soshinie Singh