Where does the heart go ..
when it is broken and low,
does it lay down softly,
does the beat within... slow
It looks for the place,
where the tree's have no leafs ...
standing there silent,
nothing hidden in sleeves
They have all fallen..
to the hard...frozen ground
that is where the soul goes....
to build a... final burial mound
Buried asunder..
are forgotten love dreams
of pages written...used now for
holding the many reams,
they lay stacked so high
blocking out the sun
making one forget
what has become undone
Now let the heart sleep...
and be taken away,
from the memories deep,
when transported to the time...
when the heart did not weep
and expression was so true,
with a love just to keep
was what I wanted... from you
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