Our mind is an engine and emotion is but its fuel.
He who succumbs to polarity I dub a fool.
A blank face and a heavy heart make me anything but cruel.
In silence I mourn my loss, knowing that again I will lose.
So break me now, while I'm still soft and mend-able.
But know that where I was scarred a thorn will grow.
Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 4:56 AM UTC
Our mind is an engine and emotion is but its fuel.
He who succumbs to polarity I dub a fool.
A blank face and a heavy heart make me anything but cruel.
In silence I mourn my loss, knowing that again I will lose.
So break me now, while I'm still soft and mend-able.
But know that where I was scarred a thorn will grow.