Broken Hearts

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If I am water, why can't I put out the blazing fire. My heart can not take the torching pain, and it can't even stand the water from the rain. I hold my hand underneath my heart, to catch every once of blood when it drops. You really don't seem to catch the point, in where Am coming from. Your Sclera in your eyes are dark, blending in with the Iris. And your mouth has been totally stitched up. So, you can no longer speak. You have become the devil's emperor, and jive to his every tune. My heart will only see what is true... I can not hold onto memories that belong to you and me. Therefore, I have chosen to disconnect from you, as I shall continue to pray to the Lord... he is my only source. Poet corner: This poem is written about, moving yourself from negativity. So, you have to find what is right for you. Artwork is owned by: Katrina Smith