My heart in all aspects of my life is kept very closed and safe. It takes time, trust and good friendship before it opens, but when it does i am the biggest softy that embraces love fully and without limits.
Mine is securely lockd in a box, which is locked in a safe which is surrounded by 50' high walls of steel. At this point, nobody has or will have access to it anytime soon.
On a fob at the end of the chain to my pocket watch, just as any gentleman does.
I agree with Ravyn on that.
Me I tend to wear it on my sleeve, Try to keep it hidden but it is hard for me. Not matter how much I have had it hurt or broken it is out there.
No matter how hard I try, my heart will not stay locked away and hidden. It is always out where every body can see it. I get hurt very easily.
Mines usually out for everyone to see. Need to keep that thing locked up and put away lately.
it was broken, and i could not find all the pieces to put it together again, so its kinds hard to wear it anywhere!
Honestly I like to leave mine at home most of the time.. sometimes I'll keep it somewhere deep down but I'm one of those people that doesn't want to risk being hurt again.
My heart is kept locked away somewhere safe and surrounded by walls. I never let people see it until recently when some one here managed to get a glimpse of it but still has a long way to go to see all of it and my defenses are now going to be a lot harder.
I like my heart where it is...in my thoracic cavity. Would be very disturbing to wake up and find it had up and left.
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Usual place, just tucked inside my rib cage, pumping away quite happily x
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After having my heart broken for the umpteenth time, I stopped trying to glue it back together and started to freely hand out the shards. So, no idea where they're all carried nowadays. I like to think that sometime, somewhere completely different, they will be re-assembled into something beautiful.
When I was young it was where anyone could hurt it. Now it is in a guarded lock box that only a select few have the key to.
My heart is a pad of post-it notes. I peel them off one-by-one and stick them on everyone.
Mine is wherever it can be booted, damaged and broken. I don't know exactly where that is, but it's very inconvenient.
My heart is in my mouth. I have that feeling sometimes. May be a good or bad thing.
My heart is much scary but it's getting colder and I feel it's for my own good.
Bruised and shattered but still beating. Repaired with spit and duct tape and the love of my daughters and my friends. It's hangs in the open like a pinata, always. I don't know any other way to live.
Front pocket of my skinny jeans. If you see me reaching in there, it's because
A. I'm thinking about letting you have it.
or
B. I'm making sure it's still there. You're not getting it.
Either way, my heart's pretty damn durable. It's not been broken, probably because I tend to do option A. with the right folks - you know, the sort who return that figurative lump of muscle in good condition. x
Me, I am the Ice Queen, it takes someone very special to melt my heart
