The heart cries out
By Sandy Jones
It''s a mystery to me that when
The heart cries out Oh not again,
And you find yourself back in that place
Where you were once in pains embrace,
But from that spot you ventured forth
And planned to take a different course,
Forgetting when the tears had left
Just how much you really wept.
Those hurtful memories scattered blind
To disperse on the winds of time.
And so you think your lessons learnt
No more you''ll get your fingers burnt,
Oh what an ego to think that so
As in the furnace you blindly go
And realise the scene''s the same
And the heart cried out...Oh not again..
Copyright © Sandy Jones 2003
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