Everyone says.... "My heart."
But my heart is not my own.
Everyone says, "I will protect my heart."
But my heart is never my own.
It's theirs, if they believe...
but it's true they're deceived.
My heart is not my own, not mine to give away
My heart is a key to another's soul.
A glorious cacophony.
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Dichotomy
PoesíaThe observant is always watching. Humanity is here and thriving, but our world won't be surviving our reign. Alive, but not noticed in living. Here we are. A new life, new words, a new start. Aug. 12th 2019 - June 18th 2021 Vol. 1