POET.

I.

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What is a heart?
Something that bleeds?
Something that yearns?
All the little things,
Everyone wants,
Not everyone has,
Something fragile?
Something given?
The essence of all,
The nothing of many.
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Many love,
Many lose,
I would die a million times,
To have a chance with you,
I would steal all the stars,
To make my wish come true,
Nothing means anything,
In a world without the sun,
So, I shall freeze,
And hold my breath,
Until, I am the one.
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I live in dreamy bliss,
For, I don't wish to see,
All the cruelty of this world,
That's right in front of me,
I deny a million things,
I tell a thousand lies,
For, I cannot accept this truth,
That stands before my eyes.
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Will you let me in?
For just a little rest?
I'll reward you well.
I'll make you the best.
I'll whisper tiny thoughts.
Ideas you will see.
Bring the worst of you.
And the best of me.
I'll coat them all,
In pretty lies.
You won't know the difference,
For, the mirrors never lies,
And you,
Are also me.
I'm the one,
You love to hate.
The one you cannot lose.
And when someone asks for help,
I'm the one you'll choose.
Tell me, how it feels?
To live within this hell?
I think you know the answer.
Me? I know it well.
Take off your damaged mask,
That thin layer of gloss,
Show your true self,
Or, all will be lost.
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