This idea may be a little gruesome and depressing, but then again, so are most things in reality. The idea that everyone's life is a road, with a beginning and an end. On that road you will find hearts, someone else's heart. And at the same time you come up to their heart, they're coming up on yours. You cannot see their road, and they can't see yours either. You can either pick this heart up, or crush it, this is all you can do. When someone else steps on your heart, you can feel it crush your soul, it hurts especially if you picked their heart up off the street and they just stomped all over yours. On some beautiful, rare occasions, both people pick up eachother's hearts, and it is bliss. You can walk down the road you are on, without feeling crushed, and for the first time this occurs, without the fear of it being crushed. But as many of us have learned, sometime down the road, one of you decides to drop the heart of the other. And it breaks. And now that that heart is broken, the other, being betrayed, must also drop this heart they've cared for. Some will not want to, for whatever you do to their heart, they will never want to hurt yours. Alas, in order to move on, they must let go. So they gently set the heart down, as they feel broken for doing so, even though it was the very heart that betrayed them. And everyone keeps walking, hoping one day, that the next heart you find, will be the one you hold forever.
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PoetryJust a bunch of really long poems. If you can even consider them poems, a lot of it is just me writing stuff and it gets a bit philosophical. You may be able to relate to some.