The Purple Heart
Running in its wretched fears,Drying in its subtle tears,
Lies the Purple Heart.
The balance is broken in the sands of time,
Tearing from the present,
Lying in the past,
Dreaming of the crescent.
Are you crying for a truce,
Hanging on a noose?
Often broken,
Never spoken,
Dying in the passion,
Running from all fashion,
Are you dying on a noose?
Gasping for a breath of air,
My lonely heart I cannot bare,
I ask you to please be fair,
Just a little release,
I will make any fleece.
The lonely Purple Heart,
Struck by a bladed dart,
Dying for a little release,
Just a hint of peace.
Once a caring red heart,
Now lies turned and scared,
Purple in its cages barred.
Blinded by a bloody moon,
Binded by a presence soon,
For in the path of distance I do see,
By the faith of God a busy bee...
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