The Heart

    Only a small spark
    can ignite the embers of my soul.
    But even when the fires lit
    I find I still feel cold.
    The night air brings to me
    a breeze, to keep me company.
    Though voices speak in reality,
    I find I'm still alone.
    I try and delete my mind
    when I lay it to rest,
    But it won't shut down, instead
    is busy as if to complete a days work.
    The voices of passion talk to me,
    heard yet confined.
    Though I feel you here, your but a
    fantasy, a dream, unreality at my side.
    It eats at me,
    tears at my heart and soul.
    I could fall in love with you,
    though fulfilling your needs
    are not in your heart.
    Fear and Hurt in your past
    tries to touch your mind, while a
    friend in your present,
    tries to touch your heart.


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