Matters of the Heart

A draft of the thoughts that entered my mind....lame. I know.


Tis a terrible thing,
She called Love
A potent potion
Made from Hell and above


Twas at once he was
and at the same time he was not
That the Heart sprung up in life
at at once, suffered and died


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I am perhaps, too complex a creature, to be loved fully, wholly and dearly. I am only to be seen, heard, kissed, hugged, kept at a distance and then discarded. Oh no, it is not as what you may think, dear reader, but, just a moment of weakness in an attempt to "be happy". 


Be happy I shall, but not at the expense of the misery of others.


So, it really is time. To stand up. Buck up. Toughen up.


And disappear.............