The Bristled Heart
The bristled Heart
Crafted symphony, unkempt words
Bristle the fragile heart,
Like a cat she walks gently
But gives a deafening roar;
A heart tender and calm could take no more.
A sudden rush and hush
It's neither a push nor a pull,
But discord sown, one at a time.
At the turning point of time of limelight;
She cried of no return nor remorse,
A seedling pain sits deep within,
Only a time shall heal the wound.
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