P
Pure Was A Heart
Once Upon a Time
Born was a heart pure
brimming with peace and love
still it beat softly and lowly
hiding itself from the world
terrorized
locked away
in it's dungeon of pain
It began to bleed
dripping
oozing
vital faith
before long
it was unrecognizably battered and bruised
left lonely to rot and die
Jennifer Whitenight
Copyright ©2001 Jennifer Whitenight
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