What is this thing,
We call hurt and pain?
Why do we even have to feel this way?
We walk around and profess,
We will harden our hearts.
We even say,
We will not let love in again.
We make a promise,
We always break.
I heard it from you,
Like all the rest.
I won't hurt you,
I promise you that.
Then you turned and walked away.
In came the hurt,
In came the pain.
Then I said, I would never love again.
Who am I kidding,
There will always be another,
I will let in.
I think I enjoy this part of life.
It has gotten easier on my heart.
Sometimes the hurt,
Never lingers on.
Maybe my heart is turning to stone.
Maybe I know love will never find me.
I am at a point that I could care less.
Life can be full of happiness and joy.
It all depends on me and what I want to create.
Dee Parenti
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