My Heart's Disease
I thought I had the cure to this very simple sickness.
By destroying the need to flow the feelings of interest and deception.
I took it in influence when I believed I had to do to be cruel.
But the sickness brings itself back with just a dose of love.
I need to not have a heart to heart with anyone or even myself.
I want the grasping of assurance that I can keep the heart of my emotion's under the weight of my heel.
I don't want to hear what the heart wants, I want to hear what I can say to make my heart stop!
Stop with all the turning of my choices, and to only turn which way I should flow with the way I want to go.
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