who owns my heart?
does She own my heart?
does she own my heart?
does my heart belong to Her?
or to her?
am I caught up
and entangled in a romance
with a dead girl?
or am I owned
by someone as broken as I am?
someone who wants to die
just as much as me?
or is it the girl
who I let go?
I'm conflicted
I'm confused
because why do they own my heart?
why don't I?
it's mine, isn't it?
why do they demand an answer
why do they want me to choose
they won't like what I have to say
I own my heart
I own my heart
my heart is mine
it belongs to me
not
you
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
