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A breath down the old lane Standing at crossroads But looking through the memories Thinking the heart wants what it wants But then what happens when it’s unrequited The heart wants what it wants But only flowing blood remains The heart aches, bruised and tired And it’s left alone Discarded No one has the time of day For a bleeding heart For its uselessness It’s not another brick in the wall But slowly morphs into Just another face Lost amongst others far brighter The heart aches being another face Another picture on someone’s screen Can you ever see it Slowly, it comes in Blink, speak, heart Insanity Repeating Recusing And raging against nature But then you realize where futility lies Bleed, heart Because only you will
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Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 3:53 AM UTC
Chamber, Empty
A breath down the old lane Standing at crossroads But looking through the memories Thinking the heart wants what it wants But then what happens when it’s unrequited The heart wants what it wants But only flowing blood remains The heart aches, bruised and tired And it’s left alone Discarded No one has the time of day For a bleeding heart For its uselessness It’s not another brick in the wall But slowly morphs into Just another face Lost amongst others far brighter The heart aches being another face Another picture on someone’s screen Can you ever see it Slowly, it comes in Blink, speak, heart Insanity Repeating Recusing And raging against nature But then you realize where futility lies Bleed, heart Because only you will
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amogh-sharma
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 3:53 AM UTC
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