"The intensity never came my way,
With my life, do I need to pay?
I cried until I could cry no more;
My heart and hopes were rotted to the core.
I poured what was left of me into my tears,
Thought my journey would be geared,
What a fool I was to think that,
Without devotion, I jumped head-on,
Crushing my bones, Drying my blood."
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Strings Of My Heart
Poetry"Short poems about mundane life, when nothing feels right, and everything feels wrong. How we all strive to live a romantic, passionate, beautiful, and happy life, yet suffer agony when it remains out of reach."
