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keilb

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

9 poems·Since February 2017
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March 13, 2017

I once had a fragile heart and somebody broke it

Now I have a sterile heart and no one can hurt it

My mom always told me to be a good boy

I did, but now im floating like an ocean buoy

I wonder what I’ll say when I see her again

But for sure I’d still be writhing in pain

 

If my heart could rust

She were my salty water

When my heart burst

I wished I’d never met her

My love was so diverse

Turns out her heart gave a pass

With my last kick-thrust

My love burnt out

 

If my heart was made of bricks

I wouldn’t chase after her beauty

She said she were full of bliss

It always amused me

When my heart I could not fix

I thought she’d woed me

But obliterating looks

No longer seem to move me

 

I felt like a boss

When she came along

Never thought she’d toss

My heart where it did not belong

With loads of blue ticks

Unpatient ding after dong

I no longer sing the same song

You see when life gave me lemons

I could not make lemonade

I went through tantrums

Though all I needed was a shade

A day I would not miss

All I need now is a blade

‘Cause all the ratings

And the nice things I said

Have been washed (sins) since

No worries ;-) they drained

 

 

 

 

 

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