A heart weathers well bitter, cold disdain
before abuse impedes its stalwart beat
It soon reverses bent from boon to bane
to see it through the pain of gross deceit
Deranged behavior drawn from cruel life
begets more cruelty from sullied springs
more aged than epochs of human strife
sufficient poison for barongs and slings
The pain’s importance creates the riddle
What kind of mind enjoys the hurt proposed
to puncture the heart's quick in its middle
where softness is greatest and exposed
For those who have lost feeling by degrees
Inflicting pain is their ingrained disease
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Author:
George (My real name) (Pseudonym) (
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