Holding on to an empty heart
Really shallow inside
I blame no one for the pain
Only myself to have had it retained
Though there's nothing there to gain
The misery will be over
Just needed to take cover
Only by keeping the lifeline off
Though its hard as the heart is too soft
No despair is needed
Not defeated
Only blessings when expired
And memories be transpired
1 comment:
Everything does stem from the heart. Dats why we probably guard it so jealously. Sometimes we do have to let stuff out. For you i guess poetry is your catharsis.
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