Last night, my heart was arguing
With myself
Without interfering, I peered on
Until it looked to me and
Like a child, cried for my help
I gave it no sympathy, "it's an instigator", I though
It made me look at myself with guilt
So I ignored every battle it fought
What was it's problem?
It ignored every solution, like a factory and causing pollution
It's nagging, pleading voice became
The most annoying noise
It's constant pounding and beating
Made me second guess every action
Like it had some
Sort of satisfaction
Of not letting me live my life
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My Poetry And Songs
PuisiEver since I was in elementary school, I would write poems or songs about how I was feeling at a specific time and moment. Some are depressing, some are enlightening, all are very deep. Most of them have a very hidden meaning that only I would under...
