A Porthole by Becca

My heart is a porthole
    a window to my emotions.

It holds the desires
    of my life.

Love and happiness.
     sickness and sadness.

The very center of my being.

Look through to the heart to read my mind.

The heart does not lie.

What lives in it shall not perish.

Eternally my feelings beat inside of it.

My heart is a porthole
     a window to my emotions.