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The PathLove. The rush of warmth, of undying devotion, The tender side of blatant ignorance, The softest hues that lust can paint. Slipping in and out of meaning, Weaving from passion to mere potential, Wasting away in silence, Killed by the malignant tumor that is a human heart.The Path
Forever. A word that only grows in its emptiness Day by day, As each moment passes, As each syllable slips Through lying lips, Until emptiness seems eternal, Made out to be the meaning, The only truth to an abstract lie.
Cynicism. To know the lies that pe


No Way to MendHearts never mend Once they are broken. They leave peices behind To be recovered when one has healed enough To care to look for them.No Way to Mend
But each piece is smaller than the last, And some are lost forever.
Each time it shatters, Something is lost, And something precious destroyed.
Don't speak of mending my heart-- It cannot be done. All you can do is heal the wounds To my soul that were left By the jagged pieces of a broken heart.
If you do this, I shall pay you In loving blood and tears... Interest on the piece of the heart
Thanks for the watch and for faving my humble work!!!
You are wonderful!
Hugs, Fie.
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