We all know that the heart-broker's art,
Always produces a shattered heart,
His words like arrows, piercing and cruel,
Leaving wounds unseen, a love turned to fuel.
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He weaves his web, a master of disguise,
Playing with hearts, leaving them paralyzed.
His tongue, an instrument, dripping with disdain,
Inflicting pain, leaving only stains.
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But amidst the wreckage, a spirit awakes,
A heart once broken, yet not shattered, it takes.
For in forgiveness lies the strength to be free,
To release the chains, to let go and see.
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She forgives the heart-broker, though scars may remain,
Knowing that peace lies beyond the chains of pain.
She embraces her worth, her spirit anew,
Breaking free from the darkness, bidding adieu.
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No longer will she be a captive in his game,
No longer will she be a pawn in his shame.
With kindness, she rises, her heart light and clear,
Wishing him love as she steps out of fear.
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So, let the heart-broker learn from this tale,
That love is not a game, hearts are not for sale.
For in the end, it's compassion that sets us apart,
Not the heart-broker's art, but a loving heart.
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May he find his own path, a change of his ways,
To heal the wounds caused by his hurtful displays.
And as she moves forward, her heart strong and whole,
She leaves behind the heart-broker's toll.
About the Creator
Nash Georges
An old soul who embraces the power of words and needs an outlet to have a voice. I am delighted to be part of this platform and hope I create a positive impact on those who dare enter my mind. Thank you for reading.
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Comments (1)
Yes indeed. This is such a powerful poem. Love it♥︎♥︎♥︎