Some hearts are made of gold.
Yet mine is made of cells.
Some hearts are wild and free.
But mine is caged by ribs.
And people say...
"Home is where the heart is,"
But mine is stuck, in my stupid chest
Bound by veins like ropes.
Does that mean I'm always home?
I thought home was with you...
It's said, a lover steals your heart.
But I accidentally kept mine.
It's said, my heart beats for you.
Yet my silly thing just keeps me alive.
And people say...
"Trust your head, not your heart,"
But I don't want to anymore.
And why would anyone do such?
Love tells us the bitter[sweet] truth.
While logic spins [bitter]sweet lies.
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Euphoria & Woe
PoetrySometimes our beasts can't be caged up inside. Sometimes I let my demons dance free among the words that I give to you, my love. Forever for you. (I stole the pictures, that stole my heart.)
