Heart or mind, mind or heart.
The intense confusion sprinting throughout my desired blackheart.
One cut after the other, one spliff after the other
Staring dead straight into the distorted mirror.
Asking myself mind or heart, heart or mind
Stupidly deep down inside im way too kind.
The heart wants what it wants
But this world is full of fucking cunts.
So i slyly mask my fragile face
Whilst deep into the shadowy night tears stroll down my pillowcase.
But i act like i dont give a fuck
Now im really fucking stuck
Always go for my brittle heart.
Im sorry i give you so much bloody pain
But its all your fault for sealing my thoughts in wrenching chains.
Im telling you dont go for the heart, all it gives you is grief
My heart has been stolen by The Thief.
So mind or heart, heart or mind
You tell me.
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Author:
Syeda (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 4th, 2017 19:36
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
Your use of both swearing and formal English is very interesting. Nicely done:)
Thank you:)
Wow thank you so much, honestly this has made me smile a lot and made my day! You don't know how much it means 🙂
I like your sense of humour😂 and thank you I will continue to write how I want:)
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