A poem….
The soft beat of my heart is restricted,
bound with blood and bandages,
as my mind often predicted.
Once again a fresh wound is opened,
a bitter reminder of a painful token.
I let my fragile heart believe in you,
my body and soul followed to.
Now I stand alone,
for in my heart you have no home.
Once and for all I close the door,
a wall is build to even the score,
I will not let you enter any more.
A thousand burning sparks engulf me as I walk away,
my heart will heal someday,
until then I will keep the scorching pain at bay.
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