The Fickle Heart
Love is a battle,
That we must concede.
All the scars we hide,
They are deep inside.
Those people close to us,
Really have no clue,
To what we feel or what we hide.
Yet, we wear our heart on our,
Sleeve for all to see who we truly are.
We feel so naked yet,
This is making us feel human.
We are always thinking we are,
Helping others when in fact,
We are destroying ourselves.
Does that makes feel noble or,
Does it just make us vulnerable?
Are we to believe we are invincible,
To feel love for those who we,
We're close to.
Can we fully give ourselves to,
Another with no doubts?
I don't think anyone can but,
Believe in yourself and,
Your heart will guide you home.
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