My hURT
I want to be forever a child
Living my life ever wild
Playing till I am tired
Cause...
The more I cared, the more I was hurt
The less I cared, the more I was happy
Now I guard my fragile heart.
So that It won't hurt.
My heart is a wound,
Becareful you may hurt it.
I hate you not,
Just avoiding getting hurt
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Elfuric
Ever since I learnt how to write I never stopped writing short stories, poems and ideas. I am from Africa living in South Africa, Joburg. I am a business man with a love for music and writing. Its lovely how a poem can be turned into a song. Rhythm and Words are my closest friends. I respect The Sound of Life and the power in following your Heart which makes Music till the day you die.
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