My world came crashing down
right when I'd almost fixed my heart
so that I dropped it on the ground,
and once again, it flew apart.
Since I had started on the mend,
it had been months or even years,
but that is at an end,
and once again, I'm back to tears.
I think the world derives much pleasure,
in stealing things from me,
it enjoys taking my treasures,
and once again, it might, it seems.
I wouldn't say I'm being selfish,
But still, how would I know?
But if I can do to help it,
For once, I won't let this one go.
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On a Young Heart
PuisiA collection of my random poetic inspirations. Though they're not profound, I hope that everyone who reads them can find something special and meaningful in these words.
