A poem about Hurting of A Heart.
We all feel that every now and then.
A heart is like soft butter when it comes to
Hurting the heart and the hot knife going
Through the butter so easily cutting sharp,
Slicing the heart in the shortest of times.
A heart has no sense of logical reasoning.
It is susceptible to get hurt with a smallest
Of reasons that could be trivial to others,
but much more important to the hurting heart.
Kris ~ Dreamweaver
www.poetrypoem.com/dreamweaver
21st January 2004.
