Heart Strings
What do I feel what do I see, its only as blind as I can be. I can only be as I should see but not to blind for me to be. A productive part of life could be but alone I feel, I see. I only state the facts be and not the life that ought to be. If I were to choose what I may see I would not deliberate of sights I see. These sights are free as I can be but often a pain of life to me. Optimistic engulfed with glee but often a tragedy with all, a sin, a need. A need filling every minds desire but never my heart on fire. I often ponder the life I lead its often seeds my heart with strings.
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