This isn’t a loving poem
This is a frustrating march
About a boy that met a girl
And had his heart attached
And his heart is in her hands
Don’t let it fall in pieces
Cuz if it fucking breaks
It will feed my beasts,
And I don’t wanna say
That I didn’t meet you
It’s not a fucking blame
Or either a huge shame
Not even a heavy burden
To let things to be forgotten...
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