HEARTS

TRUE IS WHAT I HATE

THAT I KNOW FOR SURE

BECAUSE EVEN THOU I FEEL THAT PAIN IS ON ITS

WAY

I STILL BELIEVE IT’S MAY SAY

BROKEN TIME AND TIME AGAIN

IS WHAT I KNOW

EVEN IF IT’S DIFFERENT NOW

THE SCARES WILL ALWAYS BE THERE ALONG WITH

THE MEMORIES IN WHICH I MUST LIVE WITH EVERY

DAY

THIS HEART OF MINE IS A FOOL WHO SEE’S NOT

WHAT IS BUT WHAT WAS AND CAN BE THIS IN THE

END WILL BE ITS DEATH.

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