Today's Life LessonToday, the door to my heart has been shattered. All that remains are shards of a once solid heart.Today's Life Lesson
Why did I let him have the key? Did I not see that it was not meant to be? My hollow chambers yearn to be whole. My exhausted mind lies to my withered soul. How empty I feel to not be able to feel his warmth. Yet, his touch would make my blood boil. He showed me I can love and he showed me I can hurt. All I wanted was a chance, a chance to show him my love. He took my gift and left it behind like an old chair. His heart was so cold; he didn't even seem to care. Today, I hav
My Heart, the JailbirdI see what's left of my diminished soul. I remember when my spirit soared free and never betrayed me. Now it lies there, unanimated. You sucked my juvenile life out of me before I knew what was being done. You were the one who taught me to open the chained gates to my heart. When I gave you the key to my existence, was when you began to carve out my core. I put forth a love I never knew I could cradle. Every time I tried to do right with love, you threw a part of my being into the gutter. Now this dismal planet is littered with my soul and spirit. I thought that to have feelings for you waMy Heart, the Jailbird
EmptyYou gave me something I thought I would never crave. Love. For the first time, I realize that I do have a heart. I thought I was ready to hold on to your wings of freedom. Then you dropped me from our heavan. You had helped me develope a beating heart, but then crushed it into a bloody pulp. I remember why I never wanted to have feelings. It's because if one does not have a heart to begin with, then she doesn't ever have to feel the empty vacuum in her chest. I still love you. And I wish to thank you fo reminding me never to let my heart grow too large or beatEmpty
Is anyone listening?Despair is becoming of her as she wonders the desolate street. Stranded, she follows the lurking shadows to be descreate. This wretched world envelopes her shallow soul. Her heart is yearning to be complete, but only does she feel the hole. This wasteland called earth sickens her so. When she cries for help, all she hears is an echo. Burning alive she still feels no pain. She now understands heaven has only one lane. As she stumbles about, she is intoxicated by hate. No longer does she have concerns about her ill fate. Memories of god have become a terrible dream. Her realitiesIs anyone listening?
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Nice on the outside
Fangy on the inside
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Am I in trouble?
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I bring darkness...
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Am I in trouble?
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MUGWUMP, n. In politics one afflicted with self-respect and addicted to the vice of independence. A term of contempt.
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