Multi-faucet heart I hate,
I apologize for the pain I create.
Falling for the ones most near,
Never telling them how I feel.
Childhood friend in one chamber,
New pal next to it.
One who speaks to my heads desires,
Another wanting happiness.
Comb my hands through my hair,
Think of everything I need.
So should I choose to take one,
Or lead them all far away.
Take my seriously,
Devilish heart inside.
I will not hurt another soul,
So I must to choose to leave them behind.
Then you add even more to care for,
Ones that I can't hurt.
Go and load the bullets in the gun,
Each one is a empty kiss.
So beat away my life essence,
Till no one wants me around.
One day I'll observe from afar,
The happy lives they'll live.
As long as I'm not in it,
Never shall I be in it.
The problem that my heart provides,
Means I shall never love again.
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Who is He?
PoetryA look inside my tattered mind. All of these are original poems written by me in various moods of my life.
