My heart
My heart spills onto paper,In the form of ink,
Betraying itself time after time,
I wonder what it thinks,
Driven by one emotion,
It over powers the mind,
In a world so cruel,
It manages to stay kind,
So many battles lost,
Yet strongly it beats,
Struggling to survive,
As it always meets defeat,
Never surrendering,
Knowing once again it will die,
Invisible tears,
Silently it cries,
Simple words,
In the form of poetry,
Embracing hope,
So passionately
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