I have to believe
That every cold hard heart has its day
To soul sigh in lamentation of the things
That heart has pushed away
The thing I wanted most
Just was "not meant to be"
Cliche crime against the heart
Bedtime story tragedy
Turns to nightmares in my sleep
A revelation travesty
The wall around the heart
Each brick carefully placed
Each pinhole ray of hopeful light
Blackened with precision purpose
To protect, the wall is built
A slow death
Suffocation of the heart
Like a frog that never leaves
A gently boiled pot
And does not notice
What it has been denied
Well-intentioned fortress
Turned icy lonely tomb
No one's fault, they say
Heart could no longer see the light
Anyway
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