Divided Heart
Once I wished not to feel,That empathy would harden and become as stone.
This is how we learn to be by ourselves.
Foolish with my kindness I have always been,
So many times, lost and broken,
Handed the hammer, the chisel,
Yet never shown how to hold them,
I tried to carve my dreams from the granite.
By my own hand crushed and turned to dust,
Now every breath of you churns it around my chest,
And I fear that it may blow away.
My divided heart,
So that love itself is portioned out.
A fistful of powder for everyone I ever knew.
Turn the hourglass of my desire,
Hold out your hand,
As the sand runs through.
Poetry by CJ Perrin
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Written on 2011-02-24 at 23:56
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