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Heart of Stone

He built his dreams with fire and steel,   Through sweat and pain, through grit and will.   His path was carved with silent nights,   A war he waged beyond the sights.   But love, so sweet, so soft, so near,   Whispered dreams into his ear.   A choice was placed upon his chest—   His passion’s flame, or love’s request.   He turned away from burning light,   Held her close, embraced the night.   Yet soon he found, to his dismay,   Both love and purpose slipped away.   For goals demand a heart of stone,   And love still longs to call its own.   To chase one means to lose the fight,   To hold both tight is rarest might.   So walk the road with eyes aware,   Choose with wisdom, choose with care.   For once you drop what makes you whole,   You lose the fire—and lose your soul.
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The Warmth Before The Ache

I thank you still,  
for once, you were shelter,  
a haven carved from trust  
and quiet nights,  
a warmth that held me  
when the world felt cold.

You were my safe place,  
before walls turned to shadows,  
before laughter hid in corners,  
and love wore a mask of sorrow.

In that space, I grew,  
I leaned into the light  
that softened in your presence,  
felt the gentle weight of belonging—  
a weight that turned heavy,  
etched with cracks I couldn’t ignore.

Yet even as I walk away,  
leaving pieces of us behind,  
I carry the memory of safety,  
the warmth before the ache.  

And though I’ve learned to live  
with the bruises we became,  
I thank you still—  
for once, we were sanctuary,  
a home I’ll remember,  
even as I heal.

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