Flaming Thoughts
A web of affection and all life’s beautiful sorrows
An assortment of moments that make up all tomorrows
Laying broken on the floor
Wounded through the core of victory
The heart is electrified but broken
As flaming thoughts flash through my head
The substance of my action
Subdued a fraction of my life
Even though the knife of deceit was part of the equation!
“The heart is the only broken instrument that works”
It stretches out in the dark and grabs the soul
While it flourishes in the production of words!
Far beneath the solid order of man is the reflection of my heart
Pain can only last for a season
The substance of my action was the reason and
Even though the knife of deceit was part of the equation
A web of affection and all life’s beautiful tomorrows
An assortment of moments that make up all sorrows
But the heart does not fear because in reality
“The heart is the only broken instrument that works”
Mark Frank
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