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Take my heart from me, do with it what you will
I hand it freely to the decayed fingers of deaths cold hand
Burning passion has charred the surface black
Cool rejection shatters the frozen blood
Such a useless piece of my life is this beating waste
I give it freely.....to you
For I have no need of this pain
I give it freely.....so you
Cannot destroy my love again
Scents abound in winters failing breath
Hints of life beneath dying snow
I have wished in secret for this death
Always hoping none will know
Green becomes my mothers skin
While grey and white grow old
Sunlight lends to me its grin
And laughs at winters cold
My blinded mind , a fragile thing
taking in the fascination of life
layers of experience covering the damage
inflicted
healing of wounded treasonous love
takes the time I cannot spare
broken lessons ,delayed progression of soul
rejected
stand alone as humble fool
bring the light with yourself, and see
the open roads of brighter days
projected
anothers path is not your own
and open eyes are far from blind
but only my own sight will show
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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