A Cold Cold Heart
A COLD COLD HEART
This as such is an unrequited love that is as dark as it is deep
And from the poets' words, the pens blood ink, it doeth weep
You have been left alone and forsaken, by this cold cold heart
To a heart once whole, as broken, then to be wrenched apart
Fools are we not to have given our love to such a closed-door
With a loosely tangible hope, that, one day it might give more
A cold cold heart sees us coming, with it, it opens us to abuse
Closing the door once more; when we then, become of no use
Tortured souls are we not; to be punishing, only our poor self
Then only to return home; to place our sad tears upon a shelf
Our eyes never to be open; until we are ready, to see the light
For some it will be too late as they will never see another night
The cold cold heart teaches, us something, we all have to learn
Not to weep my friend; or, love for a heart, not yours to yearn
It’s better to be lonely; still waiting for a love that’s is requited
Than try to light a fire; fan a flame, that just will not be ignited
It has no love to give you, will never warm you within the heart
Can only suck on your emotional blindness, from the very start
No matter however painful this can be, is it not time to set free
A disentangled heart that could belong to one other, than thee
Indiana Shaw . . . -_-
Inspired by Nicola Byrne poem, A Heart weeps for all it never had
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