Saviodsilva


Anonymous
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My Heart

The game of love and hate is cruel,
and thus only played by an ignorant fool.
They both avoid my heart and so,
within my heart no feelings grow.They both avoid me, love and
hate,
is it luck? Or is it fate?
The lessons of life are hard to learn,
perhaps I'll smeday those feelings earn.
Unti that day my heart is cold,
never a coward, never bold.
I can never love or hate so true,
because my heart is frozen through.

Anonymous


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