And I start this decade
Loving someone

Knowing I will face
The inevitable heartbreak
Later on

wars have been thought,
battles have been fought.

agonising whines,
in heartrending times.

a bewildering trench,
led by a fair *****.

no compass,
no torch, i am indeed luckless.

my heart has been a target,
of a far-reaching bullet.

the ***** who has the key
to my heart, is dear to me

only can she open up
the heart that has been under lock.

it is not that
i hate being ALIVE
but
i hate BEING alive

some people are trying
to collect stamps
or oil cans

yet here i am
trying to collect
the pieces of my broken heart

he saw her scars
and asked her
"why did you do that?"

and she answered
"some days it's for the pleasure
and other days it's for the pain"

i

use        my
sc a t te red

worDs

to collect
m y                e   v          e     n

MO r   E
**** TEred
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