Then there is my heart locked in your cage
A fistful of hurt and a tearful of betrayal
Beating at your walls frantically
Inflicted pain upon its soul…
Then there is my heart, so still and red
A fistful of silence and a tearful of anger
The walls resolute keeping me away
Oh why wouldn’t you let me be?
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PoetryI am only me and that is all I ever want to be. I have cried and I have laughed, I have dreamed and yearned. I have sometimes been hurt and left broken but above all I have lived. And I havent stopped dreaming for it is these dreams that have given...
