Crooked Heart
Deep inside the shadow of mourning
Is heard a voice but of no words,
A distant tug of midnight sorrow
Lies the heart that cannot speak,
It beats the envy and jealousy
Of those from all around it,
The scars that are hidden by a curtain
That makes it a blur to all who pass,
A twisted mind like a string
Pulling to hard to control the night,
Yet as reminded with the history of hurt
The strength is too weak to tug,
And by letting go to awaken the day
This crooked heart is left in the shadow,
Once again its life is a mystery
Which disappears beneath the grief,
As it dissolves into the bright horizon
Left only to memory of those who keep,
The crooked heart must only wait again
Till the moon once more shall pull over the sun,
Because at night is the only time
When all are fast asleep,
Than that is the only time
At which the crooked heart must beat.
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