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My emotions
are flowing like a river to the sea. There it will become one with the greatest sorrow that has ever been. It will be forgotten hopefully, never spoken of again. This will be my last resort to survive this broken heart. My lonesome heart can not live like a face behind a mask. It wants to articulate the motions that stir deep inside. It has become redundant not being allowed to love. What remains, what purpose is there to life? The message is carried on to kidney, brain and lungs. Why attempt to survive it, without victory in sight. The war is over; just the injured remember the fight. What was its purpose, what was its cause? What is the point in love if it was only visited in dreams? My heart is wounded, scarred for life. It will never love, never let its guard down again. All I ever wanted was you. I am going to seclude me; be guarded against all. I will lock down my heart, only logic allowed to roam. But I will hope and dream that a better day will come. Then I will unlock my virgin heart, upon your return. |
| By : Thys Groesbeek |