THE COLD COLD HEART . . .
An unquited love that is as dark as
it is deep
From a poets words the pen ink does
weep
You are alone and forsaken by this
cold cold heart
A heart broken open - then to be
wrenched apart
Fool's we are not to give our love to
such a closed door
With a tangible hope that one day it
just might give more
A cold cold heart sees us coming and
opens us to abuse
Closing the door once more when we
then become no use
Tortured souls are we not to be
punishing only ourselves
Once only to return home to place our
tears upon a shelf
Our eyes will never open until we are
ready to see the light
For some it will be to late they will
never see another night
The cold heart teaches us something
that we all have to learn
Not to weep my friend or love for a
heart - not yours to yearn
It is better to be lonely and still
waiting for a love that is requited
Than try to light a fire and fan a
flame that will just not be ignited
It has no love to give you and will
never warm you within the heart
It can only suck in on your emotional
blindness from the very start
No matter however painful all of this
can be, is it not time to set free
A disentangled heart that could
belong to someone other than thee
Indiana Shaw . . . -_-
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