Delighted was the selfish heart,
When he was writing;
Ignoring bleeding fingers
To edit and create the art,
Which took away the breath
of caprice taste.
The heart was gleeful
But unfair,
Demanding more than he could give;
and abruptly
The end was near –
The heart destroyed. The heart was weak.
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Sailing through emotions, letting them flow out as words, I'm charting the waters of life and writing as I venture.
Aren't songs of grief lullabies to the lost?
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