I built these walls so high that
No one could ever climb
I’m erasing all your memories
To try and heal my mind
Just when I thought I had it
Every joy fell flat
I’m digging up a hole now
Big enough so that
I could bury my heart
…
Confine me in a room where
There are just no doors
No windows, no distractions
Nothing like before
There I’ll sit and waste
All my days away
Nothing could ever hurt me
Nothing to make me sway
If I bury my heart
…
I’ll be back at that place
Where it all did start
Except this time I’m lonely
A body with no heart
There’s no answer with me
For this recurring pain
If I had the option
I’d do it all again
So I bury my heart
I bury my heart
Bury My Heart
Frank Solanki 
I bet there are moments where every person on the planet could relate to Your words. ❤️
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That was just so sad. Beautifully written but sad……I really enjoyed reading it.
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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Have a nice day!
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🙂 Someone who gets me too!
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Well done sir. Well done.
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Thank you.
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At some point in my life I related to this. Its quick and easy to read but grabs your attention and very relatable. I like it. I just hope you find a time where you don’t feel the need to bury your heart.
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Thanks.
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Youre welcome
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You write very strongly and beautifully about the dark place you are just now.
To bury your heart? This is not on. Life is beautiful, hearts will mend – bit by bit.
Please tear down these walls before I get nightmares. 🦋 .
miriam
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Will do. Thanks.
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Nice work.
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Thank you.
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My sentiments exactly
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Nicely written. I can feel the emotions depicted….I wish you a cheerful Sunday!
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Thanks.
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what was that saying better to have loved and lost than never loved at all – great writing
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Better to have loved and lost once than to have loved and lost often.
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Better to love and never to lose or isn’t it?
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Wonderfully written man.💕
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Thank you.
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Don’t forget to bury your soul too
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Ah, thanks.
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Same.
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Arooba sounds like a cal to action, a signal. Kalliope is a pretty name. But it’s just a pretty name. It doesn’t command or demand anything
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you bury your heart but still feel the pain that you regret…isn’t that strange..?
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Because there is a hole where his heart used to be. The pain of empty
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that hole is just another prv that even after he buried his heart that pain never changes its place..
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Sounds like its still raw from the burial. And that he’s burying to escape it rather than face it.
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that’s the point.
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Omg I feel like an idiot now. Haha. Well through our discussion we can share the wisdom with everybody else. The Socratic method!
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hahaha yes why not 🙂
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We can call out my name “Kalliope!” And your name can be the sounding horn “arooba!”
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Ahan sounds like you love my name more than your own 🙂 interesting
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Sweet. I can relate to that. Sounds like the next book I’m writing.
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Cool. Thanks.
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This is so sad. But you don’t have to bury your heart. Sure it’s been broken and wounded. But if you put it through therapy it can work again. Even if it made of part of machines. I can help to take and staple and craft one with you, but it won’t be pretty… But it will still work, and things done together are always more fun and less painful than when alone.
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Thanks.
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