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In a house full of unread books In a house full of unworn clothes Lived a lady with an unused heart. I often wondered how this ladies heart came to be Full of thorns and full of scorn. In a house of open heart In a house of open mind Lived a lady with open wounds. People often wondered How she came to be Surrounded by brambles that she refused to cut. In the house full of stale laughter In the house full of fresh tears Lived a lady that was numb from the heart. I often wonder how it will end Apathy and self pity create barriers impenetrable For the lady with a heart of thorns.
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
Thorny Heart
In a house full of unread books In a house full of unworn clothes Lived a lady with an unused heart. I often wondered how this ladies heart came to be Full of thorns and full of scorn. In a house of open heart In a house of open mind Lived a lady with open wounds. People often wondered How she came to be Surrounded by brambles that she refused to cut. In the house full of stale laughter In the house full of fresh tears Lived a lady that was numb from the heart. I often wonder how it will end Apathy and self pity create barriers impenetrable For the lady with a heart of thorns.
#love#depression#heart#illness#loss#relationship#mother#grief#daughter
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Lauren-Patricia
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 4:18 PM UTC
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