My Heart
Like a broken spirit, but never brave enough enough to admit it!
As the dark clouds of lonliness hang low over my heart,
the showers of pain wash down on me, as the thunderstorm
of anger roars loudly as a furious lion!
As i think all is lost and there is no reason for another beat,
the winds of hope blow the clouds away.
The bright sun fills the dark and chases the pain.
The sweet sounds of happiness i hear.
Love you may find here.
To get inside few have tried, to find the keynone have succeeded.
Some fell and pleaded
But this bruised heart refuses to be broken, as it is my most valuable token.
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