Brushed-Off, Turned Down, and Dismissed

February 11, 2016

My heart is stuffed with emotions that are foreign to me,

My heart is beating so fast,

It's getting hard to breath,

My heart: the center of my body,

My heart is used as a weapon, but only to guard rigorously

Well, I should have it more stringently protected

Because I still feel that stinging hurt,

The hurt that only comes from being rejected

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