HEART-BROKER'S ART

We all know that the heart-broker's art,

Always produces a shattered heart,

His words like arrows, piercing and cruel,

Leaving wounds unseen, a love turned to fuel.

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He weaves his web, a master of disguise,

Playing with hearts, leaving them paralyzed.

His tongue, an instrument, dripping with disdain,

Inflicting pain, leaving only stains.

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But amidst the wreckage, a spirit awakes,

A heart once broken, yet not shattered, it takes.

For in forgiveness lies the strength to be free,

To release the chains, to let go and see.

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She forgives the heart-broker, though scars may remain,

Knowing that peace lies beyond the chains of pain.

She embraces her worth, her spirit anew,

Breaking free from the darkness, bidding adieu.

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No longer will she be a captive in his game,

No longer will she be a pawn in his shame.

With kindness, she rises, her heart light and clear,

Wishing him love as she steps out of fear.

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So, let the heart-broker learn from this tale,

That love is not a game, hearts are not for sale.

For in the end, it's compassion that sets us apart,

Not the heart-broker's art, but a loving heart.

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May he find his own path, a change of his ways,

To heal the wounds caused by his hurtful displays.

And as she moves forward, her heart strong and whole,

She leaves behind the heart-broker's toll.