Again my heart is torn,
Your love a jagged thorn.
In with ease and grace,
Ripped out a lonely place.

The bleeding can be internal,
The hurt kept inside eternal.
The feelings nuclear, thermal,
Eplosive, destructive, infernal.

The pain must be released,
Before you are deceased.
A forgiving heart can feast,
On the hellish ghouls unleashed.

Don't be afraid to heal,
Life's hand, another deal.
Your choice to change must be real,
An exciting new fate you can seal.

Create a new start,
Old life ripped apart.
Pick only good pieces be smart,
Put them together with glue from my heart!

William Carlton Bochert