I sustained my heart, left it open to all,
Alluring, earnest and so scarlet it was,
Bursting with verve, mirth and ardour,
But now I know I was wrong,
Now when it lies broken apart,
Why is it that we believe the iniquitous ones?
Thinking they would look out for it,
Like it was theirs and not yours to begin with.
It’s hard now to find the pieces,
The flash took them far away,
In each a different corner,
Scattered like there is no tomorrow,
Someone promises me that they will find it,
Take a pledge to reignite it,
To mend it and make it divine,
But how do I break the myth,
For the only one who could,
Had lit the fire below it.
All those years of dismissal,
Leave me with no solace,
Every one is the same,
Now my heart is scared to trust again,
Unkind to the others tale,
Blind to others plight,
The life within it, seems to die,
Just a living dead man now,
I think maybe one day,
When my heart tuned to stone,
Maybe that day, I hope love will bring no pain,
But the petrified heart demands it,
Questioning if this hurt will ever subside?
Will it ever be free from this predicament?
To give the right one a chance, one in a million.
Those eyes were so illusory,
I thought I knew what they were witnessing,
The wound is still sodden as it bleeds,
Still the hurt persists; I smile all the way,
Knowing that this too shall pass away.
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