Saturday, December 25, 2010

a sucky poem

His heart is mine,
and then it is not.

He holds my hand,
and then he avoids it even with the slightest touch.

He brings my heart to life,
and then he breaks it apart.

Until, at last, my poor heart,
decided to give up and just cried.

And so for a while, it all seems well,
until the beginning of yet another cycle.

Is this a cause for celebration
or will it also end in despair?

Should I get excited with a giddy heart,
or be cautious and wary and always on-guard?

Well, until I know the answer for sure,
I'm just gonna enjoy this while it lasted.

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