A red, metal heart, A rare smile, Mean words, Those proud eyes. He ruins my day, He screams for lies, Alone he should live, They added to my mind. There I was standing, From a distance, he permits, Their words, still hard to believe, So, I paused, before I rhymed. The tug of war, in my mind, On one end their words, On the other, my inner voice, Reigned as they stole, my sleep every night. That day, facing the day light, I quietly observed, sharpening my sight, As I stepped close, the heart was bright, What happened next, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Yes, that heart was of silver metal, Covered with blood, so precious, Not coated, but pierced, With sharp swords, of love and fear. As I observed close, I see it’s severe, They need to be pulled out, one by one, And stitched carefully, with nothing but love, I didn’t know how to react, when you proved what I found. I wish I could tell you, I sneaked in and out, ...
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