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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What's worse a broken heart or broken pride? for so long I've kept these emotions inside If crying makes me less of a man, I'm less of a man, because I just cried I won't explain why because my emotions don't need to be justified Only myself and this glass of brandy need to know what I cried for I've walked through the storm alone, what would I hide for? I learn by trial and error Stay true to myself because you can't style the mirror Walking this journey with a damaged heart and a broken soul a tortured artist but I write with the accuracy of Ronaldo when he's in front of goal Even with the world weighing me down, I find a way to hold up She'd rather listen to Drake and Migos, I prefer Nas and Bone Thugs That has nothing to do with any of the pain I'm bearing I thought I loved her, until I realised I didn't know what colour her eyes are, but on the first night I knew what colour underwear she was wearing Looking back, maybe a one night stand instead of relationship would have served us better maybe Cupid got his aim wrong, or maybe our feelings weren't worth the forever When I lost it all, I didn't realise it would help me to gain more If you don't like me as I am, I still don't know what I should change for I'm not into pointing fingers or going on a who's to blame tour Even if we're on the same battlefield, we're not fighting the same war Did I like her because the sex was great or because of the way she made me feel? What if it was both and I got the greatest deal? The self harming teenager is now a man who no longer uses the blade to heal Now a pen is my weapon of choice and I use this page to kill The tortured artist has found comfort again in writing From a scared child to a grown man who is no longer scared of the pain he's fighting To me this is a poem about something But to many this will be the poem about nothing
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