Tossing Out The Childs Toy

They speak of the heart as if it is a child play thing.
Something to throw away when your through.
Like that that secret document, put it in the shredder.
Just make it disappear.
The pain is all in your head.
The emotionless dead.
Those tears that fall are not Niagara, and mean nothing.
They serve a purpose just not what you think it is.
Does lying to yourself make it easier to forgive or be forgiven?
As realities do the beating just remember it's a child toy and you don't really need it anyways.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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