My Delicate, Paper Heart
My delicate, paper heart...torn into pieces;
I am desperate to see the day when my pain ceases!
Shredded it was, without even thought, otherwise begotten-
Love you still I do, for pain, I must be a glutton!
A lot of time has past, surely you know now what is real;
Cease now your crusade, allow yurself to heal!
All the pain you did feel, I am afraid, self-inflicted;
To shut your heart to the love you feel-restricted!
I do not know if you will ever know the pain you did cause-
I hope though, next you act in haste, at the least, you pause!
My life has been ruined, by your paranois and fear,
When in fact, it is not I, but you, that should be here!
Life has a way of coming full circle, at times;
Perhaps, as penance, your sentence is contained in my rhymes!
Maurice Harris,3 March 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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