Category : Poems

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hart or head,
its like an endless cycle,
hart or head,
it keeps me up in bed,
my hart says him,
always him,
but my mind says do it alone,
i dont like alone but heads always wins,
its like flipping a coin but it feels like a sin,
i want to be happy,
and know who i am,
but heads always win,
it used to make my brain spin,
but i get it now,
though my hart sores when youre around,
heads always win,
so ill be by myself like ive always been.
-the poet next door