Ceramic Heart

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Mine is a heart that is unobtainable.
As free as a wildflower, growing in a field.
I've loved you before and will after
but what if they are just words we say
With no deeper meaning
Just something to keep the other hanging on.

Sacred simplicity

My heart burns with a fire
That envies the souls in hell below.
You have extinguished this flame
No love in your name
Just memories of a heart once burning for you.