This Kind Heart
Curse this kind heart,
No good comes from it
When it feels,
I fall apart
It never heals,
It wants what can’t be real
The hours I’ve wasted,
The time I’ve spent,
I waste it on them,
The ones who want no help
I waste it on them,
Those stuck in Life
I waste it on them,
Those who live in strife
Sleepless nights,
Ceaseless fights
All in vain,
Because they just keep causing themselves pain
Copyright © Daron Long | Year Posted 2006
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