Sunday, April 17, 2011

The remains of a heart

What is this blackened thing, that once was a heart?
What pain could have possibly twisted it thus?
I have seen wounded hearts, but this...
... this heart is just mere shreds of black,
like the charcoal remains of burnt paper.
So ugly now that no one can get close.
So sharp.
So very black.
And hollow.
What could possibly have twisted it thus?
Oh.
It was love.

1 Comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

Coal becomes diamond.
Wounds heal strong.
Light banishes black.
Hollow allows entry.

Never give up.

10:47 PM  

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