Our hearts are monsters
That's why ribs are cages
Protect yourself
From the eternal stages
Of rage,
Distraught
Before it becomes
What you thought not
Hearts aren't
For love
They trap
The white doves
They make
You blind
Inside beauty
Becomes hard to find
Our hearts are monsters
That's why ribs are cages
Protect yourself
From your inner rages
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Serendipity and Sorrow
PoetryI. Just poems that I have written. Consists of sad, happy, and anything kind of poems to help you! Was "A Dream Within This Nightmare"
