MISUNDERSTANDINGS OF HEART
in the ruins of our ancient life
we’ll build an air castle
reverie to everything possible
that is dying away
in the sepulchre of dozen years
of trials and tribulations
happiness and sorrow
pain and pleasure
fair and foul
war and peace
I'll lay out the sarcophagus of my feelings
too tender-hearted not to care
nonetheless
marginal differences offend you
whilst hearts have reasons that minds
don’t want to hear about
there is nothing else to do
and
nothing else to say
it wasn’t meant to end this way
one abrupt collapse in an eruption of heart
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