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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.

Chained To The Past

Bitter winds, they howl and sting,  
Whispering truths I dare not sing.  
Her name, a weight I cannot lift,  
A shattered heart, a poisoned gift.  

I try to climb, but roots hold tight,  
Memories linger, stealing the light.  
Her shadow walks where I once stood,  
I’d forgive her now, if only I could.  

Each promise broken, each vow betrayed,  
Her laughter echoes, sharp and frayed.  
Yet here I stand, in the ruins we made,  
Chained to the past, where dreams decay.  

Bitterness blooms where love once grew,  
Its thorns pierce deep, their venom true.  
I ask for strength, to let it go,  
To heal the wounds I do not show.  

But the path feels long, the road unclear,  
Each step I take, she feels near.  
Still, I know this storm won’t last—  
Time will soften the edges of the past.  

Until that day, I carry the weight,  
Of love and loss, of anger and fate.  
Yet I choose to walk, though the journey is rough,  
Because in healing, I’ll find I’m enough.

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