A Tug-of-War has taken my heart,
in place of the usual rope.
Carelessly pulled, it may break apart.
Of respite I have little hope.
Can't they see the pain that I'm under?
Oh, I know their desire to win.
But if the rope is torn asunder
What will be the point of it then?
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On a Young Heart
PoetryA 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.
