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What good is there to emotion
If I can't stand my heart's mimicry.
It's as if I took a potion.
So I've been searching frantically
For what they call reason,
While my heart has been suffering
From what I call treason.
I never knew I was offering
My heart and my soul
To be claimed by a person,
To be claimed as a whole.
What you did to me
Is like arson.
It burns
When you aren't the one I see.
My foolish heart never learns.
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I never wanted to let you in,
I never wanted any of this.
It seems
My heart's shield was too thin
And the arrow couldn't miss.
Yet, I still don't know what it means.
The words won't come out.
What is all of this about?
The foolish heart's steady beating,
Until it knows what it's needing.
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I'd choose you.
I'd choose you.
But what is this?
A sudden ache.
I don't know what it is.
I can feel my heart break.
Would you choose me?
Could there be a "we"?
The steady beating stops.
There's silence
Between the foolish heart's throbs.
It keeps up it's defiance
Until it finally understood
It did everything it could..
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The foolish heart
Eventually broke apart.
Shattered to pieces,
It had learned it's lesson,
Had made it's confession.
Because the worst disease is
To love someone.
Finding the one
Who won't break it
Destroys too much bliss,
So it'd rather quit
Being the foolish heart it is.
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But the foolish heart will never know,
It can't break it's spell.
It's claiming not to feel
Is but a show.
It will never feel well.
Not until it found the love which is real.
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Into My Mind And Back - Of Poetry, Short Stories And Art
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