12| t h e t r a i t o r;
" The heart is ruthless,
When it comes to love,
It deceives you in many ways,
Can you ever complain?
Can you wrench it out of your chest,
And make it suffer?
Can you threaten it?
The heart makes you helpless,
It makes you love your weaknesses,
When it's about love,
It meddles in between,
It brings chaos,
It brings trouble,
The heart is filled with tactics,
Bringing forth beautiful and all the ugly things,
The heart bleeds when it's broken,
It's sorrow seeps into your veins,
Till your sorry bones,
Your body aches,
Longs for comfort,
The heart makes you needy,
Can you stop it?
The heart makes you feel better,
But it also makes you feel worthless,
The heart masters in provoking,
Making a complete fool of you,
There comes a time when you're numb,
Hopeless and sad
There's nothing you can do,
Except watch your heart devouring you,
Till you're only dust and bones."
- be careful what you wish for .
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