viernes, 4 de diciembre de 2009

Fire in Her Heart


From the soil there grew a heart that loved so purely,
Unfortunate for the heart, it grew out in the world,
A world so cold and desolate. . .
From the soil there grew a heart that loved so intensely,
Unfortunate for the heart, it grew out in the world,
A world so selfish and destructive. . .

The heart pumped blood through her body so lovely,
She opened her brown eyes to a world,
A world with sweet words that covered the sourness. . .
The heart pumped blood through her body so fragile,
She opened her mouth to sing for a man,
A man so lost in a world filled with vanity. . .

From her heart there grew a love so intense,
Unfortunate for her, it destroyed her dignity,
Innocence blown away by his kisses. . .
From her heart there grew a love so pure,
Unfortunate for her, he was blinded by his reflection,
Reflection of a lonely man. . .

His eyes distant cold, his heart growing weary,
Her tears began to flow, her face became dreary,
Dullness engulfed her heart. . .
His eyes distant cold, his heart growing tired,
Of her yearning, of her needy fire,
Fire in her heart. . .

From the time the heart was born a flame was as well,
Poisonous and Soothing, it was a blessing and a curse,
If she grew exhausted, she would destroy her heart. . .
From the time she let the man take her heart. . .
He exhausted the beauty of her love. . .
And soon started to collapse. . .

From the soil there grew a heart full of desire,
Full of will to love and be loved. . .
But they say. . .
If you know not to love this heart. . .
You will be engulfed by the fire.

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