The Art of HurtingA Poem by devonI’ve built a cage around my heart, It’s under lock and key. Hurting has become like an art, I seem to have it down perfectly. Everything I have, every last bit, Goes into loving people who, As my luck would have it, Prefer to walk away out of the blue. And I’ve spent time after time, Waiting for a perfect someone to come along. How many more times will the old clock chime, Before I realize pain is lifelong? But, still I give everything, And get little in return from a love, That leaves me wondering where, oh where, My Prince Charming is, or lack there of. And I’ve built a cage around my heart, It’s under lock and key. Hurting has become like an art, But I’m beginning to think that maybe it can be set free. © 2012 devonAuthor's Note
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