Poem -

his empty heart never bleeds.

I opened my heart till it bled,
Worthless lies he fed,
Why has he moved on,
I'm stuck with the poison
in my head,
Can't i give it back,
Its his to own,
Cruelty was what was shown,
here i sit all alone,
Frightened to move on,
with the bags of composted heart,
Dragging behind me,
Can't fertilize love,
within poisoned eyes,
Just breeding seasons demise,
Cover him in depths of himself,
Place the memory upon a shelf,

Even the dust can't keep them a bay,
Show me the way,

Where do i place these memories,
They hurt like nothing else,
They surface,
within the smallest thing,
They black out my heart,
No room to sing,
I'm tired of suffering,
I haven't let go,
That's thing,
No matter what i do,
his actions cut right though,
Hes a sickness within,
I love him,
I hate him,
Begging new life in,

No more dreams,
It seems vanity ran away,
Save yourself,
Run till your nose bleeds,

His only way to live,
Nothing to give,

His life,
his empty heart,
Never bleeds,
Blacked darkened seeds,
Here's your compost ,
Grow your weeds,

New love strong enough,
to be freed .
I thought that was what god and i agreed.

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Dear Sardine Sanderson,

A heavy pain embraces when these lines are being read, My applause, My love, My vote, Fabulous verse,

Where do i place these memories,
They hurt like nothing else,
They surface,
within the smallest thing,
They black out my heart,
No room to sing,
I'm tired of suffering,
I haven't let go,
That's thing,
No matter what i do,
his actions cut right though,
Hes a sickness within,
I love him,
I hate him,
Begging new life in,

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Nardine Sanderson

Thank you dear friend sir Williamsji, much love and respect to you sweetheart, nardine xoxo

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