Mind of the heart
The Betrayal by my heart is so cruel
A twisted map withen my sad lonely soul
I fear I will be nothing but a tool
But I can never seem to gain control
higher and higher my heart still enflates
Ba dum Ba dum my heart goes through my chest
each glance I take my thoughts simply deflates
It seems God has sent this as my finial test
digging deeper and deeper inside me
I wage an epic battle internally
I'm so afraid to give you my heart's key
As I hold the fragile pieces carefully
you help mend all my broken pieces
Everything around us simply ceases
This poem is about:
Me
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