Why does the heart make it so difficult to get through the day??
The heart wants what it wants she yearns her sins ...
The wind turns on time and time on wind ...
Like wind, the heart can be fickle and cold ...
Twisted lies and deceit will unfold and behold ...
The heart is a selfish and cruel thing ...
She traps the mind, and disallows the soul to sing ...
Just as the wind will confuse the keenest of heads ...
Staunching the songs of the mother, her child restless in bed ...
The heart will pound with passion and fury ...
Just as the cold wind will thrash you surely ...
It will spin you hither and yon as you fear you can take no more ...
Matters of the heart leave your spirit battered and sore ...
For a moment there is a calm with in the eye of the storm ...
As you seemingly float wholly forlorn ...
Images of love long gone surround you ...
All you hope is the storm, the wind, will lay you some place anew ...
You hit the surface hard and deep; your only wish to die ...
But no, your shattered heart will only allow you to cry ...
jj
Poetry by Jessica j.
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Written on 2007-01-20 at 02:05
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Bereft of Love ...
The heart wants what it wants she yearns her sins ...
The wind turns on time and time on wind ...
Like wind, the heart can be fickle and cold ...
Twisted lies and deceit will unfold and behold ...
The heart is a selfish and cruel thing ...
She traps the mind, and disallows the soul to sing ...
Just as the wind will confuse the keenest of heads ...
Staunching the songs of the mother, her child restless in bed ...
The heart will pound with passion and fury ...
Just as the cold wind will thrash you surely ...
It will spin you hither and yon as you fear you can take no more ...
Matters of the heart leave your spirit battered and sore ...
For a moment there is a calm with in the eye of the storm ...
As you seemingly float wholly forlorn ...
Images of love long gone surround you ...
All you hope is the storm, the wind, will lay you some place anew ...
You hit the surface hard and deep; your only wish to die ...
But no, your shattered heart will only allow you to cry ...
jj
Poetry by Jessica j.
Read 502 times
Written on 2007-01-20 at 02:05
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