The POison Hearted

THE POISON HEARTED



Love is a mystery to the poison hearted,

They look away.

Life is full of feelings, but cannot be felt

When your heart is quenched with poison.

They with their lovers would stay.

But lovers won’t stay with poison and pain.

Feelings are gone because . . .

Their hearts fell slained.

How can they drain the poison within.

And learn to love as lovers should.

Why must we be one of the poison hearted?

I can’t drain the poison without pain,

To start is to admit I’m poison hearted

and to love those who loves me.

Let the poison out . . .

Today is the beginning of forever.

We are no longer the demons.



Casper McConkie

04/23/97

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