late night/early morning diners.
pancakes and talks with friends.
sneaking out and being teenagers.
pounding venoms and sitting in a chilled car.
these are the things I live for

O' heart, I wonder how
you can store
so many different
emotions of ours
in just thy four puny
chambers
while pumping away the
liquid of life

O' heart in you we
discover love
but side by side you can
harbour hate
In you we find the
emotion of happiness
but side by side you
simmer rage!

When you cease to beat
many plans you thwart
May God protect the
young human heart.

And while some O' heart
you hold dear
some make you skip a
beat in fear!

O' heart but we find in
you as well
the vile emotion of
jealousy
Such a potpourri of
emotions in you dwell
Help filter out any wrong
ones for you and me!

A mere four chambers
indeed, but spacious are
they
Invite therein
whomsoever in the
world you may

But in the end forget not
to reserve
atleast a single chamber
for its Creator, to
preserve
The creator of hearts
More than that deserves.

never trust a poet's words
they sound sweet at first
but you'll notice the emotion in their words
it all sounds too...
fake
"i love you like the sea loves the shore"
becomes too scripted
you hear the small tinge of love actually left in their voice
hoping
hoping it could mean something
but it doesn't
it never does
it's just the way they say it
one day, after they have left
you will find their poems, and they will be the exact words that they had said to you
once long ago

i think i need to be the ******* the train for a little while.
i've got some things i need to figure out on my own.
things that can only be sorted by the passing scenery of a big city or the green of a countryside.
and things that i can't think about when others who know me so well and can tell just what i'm thinking by looking at me are around.
i need to fall into the fast motion picture before my eyes and embrace the chaos that is my mind and just go wild. for i am changing and growing with each passing millisecond and i cannot become who i am meant to be unless i let go of everything i have ever known. the comforts of home no longer comfort me, they confront me. that's how i know it's time to go.

yes.

i need to be the ******* the train for a little while.

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