C.J. Heck - A Cold, Cold Heart

I offered my heart
in the palm of my hand,
a burning nova
to a private world
where love and forgiveness
knew no bounds

tender and trusting,
it beat only for you
so long ago

but hurt fans out
like the surface ripples
on a pond after a pebble falls,
each new hurt
spreading rings ever wider

and with each new ring,
more feelings fade
spreading wider, chilling deeper,
til cold as ice,
they become as stones
bouncing on a frozen pond

their rhythm etched forever
in a cold, cold heart.

C.J. Heck

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