Hearts Are Made
Hearts were met,
to be broken, without
them there would be
no life, no love,
or any poems written.
Hearts are made
to be deceived,
the lies we hear,
from the ones we love so dear.
Hearts sink in despair,
hearts with hope
open our hearts
to what we hear,
closed hearts with fear.
Flowing tears,
piercing our hearts
memories flowing to my heart
now will open my heart
for new love anew.
wrote 1-10-07
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2008
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