January 23, 2018

Part I

A sensitive heart is such a beautiful thing

It calls to you, for it can do no other


Yet that very beauty can be a fearsome god

It's essence caustically pure and untamed


Part II

How many of these dear hearts battered and bruised

retreat from misguided slings and arrows


How many of you, dear friends, momentarily blind

sacrifice their blood red love for fleeting comfort


Part III

Stone cold and rough

Silent and dark

Our inheritance







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