Prose

Your Unhappy Heart

written by: rstephens93

When it comes to this,
Just blow me off,
I'll continue reminisce,
And pretend to cough.
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When the sickness eases,
And I'm left without diseases,
When the cold wears away,
I'll remember what to say.

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I can't seem to understand,
The undelying lines in the sand,
That lead me to nowhere,
Then again I stop and stare,

When the light fades out,
And you're left with lies and doubt,

Don't remember to pick up the phone,
As you continue to lie alone,

And finally realize,
That all you've heard is lies,

And all that your told,
Never seems to unfold

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