This heart
It bears the weight of a hundred promises
This heart of mine
Does let anybody in its premises
It is knowing and aware of the darkness and of what's in it
So it lets them in with their own hearts in bits
And if they're trying to clutch it with their bleak of a grasp
Too bad I've fell n bled too many times to even so slightly hinge *gasp*
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Context: too used to getting my heart broken it doesn't even matter anymore
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Way of my soul || Poetry
Poezja"My poetry's bad And I can't blame the news" . . . Rankings: #1 in Poet (27/11/2023) #3 in Distress (22/12/2023) #3 in sadpoems (25/12/2023) #2 in lovepoem (25/12/2023) #3 in poesia (27/12/2023 (16.7k ppl) #3 in feelings (14/01/2024) #1 poesia (18/0...
