When playing hearts
It's true we often burn
But when it starts
I'll take my turn
For the more it smarts
The more I learn
The depth of hurt
Is less than what we earn
And I've seen hearts
Who on their turn
Did never part
And never turn
So I'll play my heart
When it's my turn
And hope I start
A forever burn
a/n: Thanks to my muse:
poem XXIX, by @cringeful
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