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hearts are not meant to be given
to be broken who is gifted enough
with talent to cherish such token
those who care often put theirs
out there to be torn & ripped into tears
compassion is a curse that thirst for
the gift of the giver to be bear
it is much wiser to share if one dares
to cry out in their hearts desire
reaching to save one who is engulfed in fire
whether the glass be half full or half empty
it is better to not drink the water indeed
one drowns in pools of deceitful whispers
careless tunes of good friends gone bad
drops upon drops infuse oceans of sadness
one reaches for a crystal glass flask
twisting the top one wonders and ask
why does this happen every time
upon one wishing for a sign to appear
one hears a voice inside ones mind instead
"what are you doing, you are not the savior"
