There are good death
And there are bad ways over
Mundane or momentous
Closure is a pain bipolar

To lovers, family, friends
Or old habits and memories
Our hearts of roller coasters
Point always the longest ways

You have a pure heart.
They say,
They dont know me.

Your so friendly!
Yet I hate people.

My heart died long ago,
Stop trying to bring it back.

It only sees what its sown,
And thats a fact.

My heart died,
Long ago.
Where the roses bloom,
In the ****** snow.