Hearts are fickle things, one day
they are full and beating.
The next they lay shattered and still,
Never to beat the same again.
My heart hurts; it is beating despite the
bruises that plague the red, and the pieces
falling off with every pump.
A heartless man can start a war, while a
loving man can die in battle serving a cause,
that is not his,
Something so strong as to provoke happiness
can be drowned by doubt, and held under by
Betrayal.
But fighting that may end you,
Or it will let you begin a new
The choice doesn't belong to you...
-LaKia Decker
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Letters Of The Heart
NezařaditelnéRandom Poems from my heart......And from the world I see These are not those weird confusing poems that make your brain hurt...these are just how my heart expresses how I think we all feel in situations we all know, okay maybe they are a little weir...
