Matters of the Heart
Narrow was the path I walked
Filled with gravels and stones
The people it surrounded were all but illiterate
Gifted with all knowledges
But lack the heart
Thus I stand before you
Neither with pride nor ego
But a sabotaged brain pleading for the heart
For it has never felt love and had to show it in return
Forgive on how I behaved
For I thought too much and felt too little
I learnt all the mechanism of the heart
Yet this knowledge is nothing but strange to me
But I swear on the very heart that
Not another day on this earth shall pass
That I won't be a slave for your love
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