Matters of the Heart
Matters of the Heart
A concept once held as relative......
Of a passing moment onto the next.....
Lingers on as a ghoust to ever haunt....
As time grows vast,long without measure.....
If it all comes to an end there's still a time to come.....
Only a lonely heart will bare in this expance.....
And carry an emptyness just as great in exsistance.....
As long as your alive there's always a chance.....
Never give up a chance to live again.....
Rare is a special majic with a power to cure.....
All the darkness within that's killing you....
With healing you all will becomes new to you......
a thouht/by Bryan
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