what's love got to do with it..... who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?
I do.
And of you stab it with some dull blade, then like Wolverine, it will heal. But similar to how bones tend to grow stronger and more durable with every stress crack you impose on them while young, so your heart will grow stronger and deeper with every knife that slices it open.
Maybe that's why many of our youthful days were spent in agony, sorrowful times that slowly carved chasms through the fine tissues of that part of us, so that when we were not so young anymore, we could not only bare the painful stings, but also the slaughterhouse.
But, sometimes there are those who fight against the pain and deny themselves the right to earn a scar by protecting themselves with artificial cloaking. These are those that place barriers before their hearts and never let anything in or out...until it suffocates. Life will fade and love will not flow.
On the other hand you have those that live and love fully. Their hearts are littered with scars. They give their all and in return have gotten all back whether it be good or not. But their hearts are strong and they will survive. They are willing to live and love again and again.
Let us bare our hearts. Put them on the front line. Show those who fear, that pain is beauty and power. Agony is life. Death is nothing but a dream.
So no one will see, no one will know, no one will care. Does it really matter though? If you don't show love for them , do it for yourself. Do it for that greater power that calls you. Do it for love itself. Do it to spite the resistance that tries unceasingly to stop you. Do it no matter what.
"Hearts are burdened. But your heart belongs to me and nothing can trample upon it."
You know what song never fails to make me smile..... THIS ONE , LOL!!!!
Yeah, I'm a little loopy ;)
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