Oh, I hate getting caught up with my heart
Oh, It has blinded me and made me a fool
It has me saying words that aren't smart
My feeble heart makes my tears fall and pool
I hate getting caught up inside my head
I never say the things I want to say
And now my dead words can only be read
I am the reason for my own dismay
Now maybe things could get much better, easier
If I lived a little differently
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Poems Don't Have To Rhyme
PoesíaIf you don't like poems that don't rhyme then don't read this. Also there's probably a lot of grammar errors.
