Where My Heart Lies!

Where My Heart Lies! short poem

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To the south lies my heart
Torn and ripped, never to be whole
My mind and body crippled with pain,
of the memories of closeness
of being one
And yet to stay away brings darkness
So I embrace the pain and torment
and hold it close, like I once did my heart

To the south lies my heart
sitting, waiting, screaming
All the while I sit talking, laughing, wishing we could be one
My mind and soul a raging sea of pain and disbelief
My body convulses with jealousy at my hearts loneliness
My suffering has no end when I am with my heart
and yet I cannot runaway, I must be close.
To the south my heart lies.

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Aloke
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A sad love poem conveyed an intensity of feelings rare to be seen. Written bt a deft,sincere hand.

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