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My Heart
You dug my heart out of the blackest grave,
and showed me what the light could heal,
Through each and every encounter, my heart to you, I gave.
Until the time finally came for the rest of it to steal,
My heart grew fond of you in your care,
And promised itself to you in devoted silence.
A peace was felt it desperately wanted to share,
It would fight for this and your heart, even braving tense violence.
But then something unexpected happened,
something that cant be halted,
A heart no longer shared these feelings,
With a heart that exalted the beauty of your own.
Now we stand with a taste of that healing light,
And crave the peace we felt,
All we know now is the fight,
And seek the land where we dwelt.
That was nice to read. It's
That was nice to read. It's like a story. The feeling comes through just lovely. I enjoyed reading it.
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "