A WEAK HEART
I have heard nothing more of what I said
The weak heart insists that both
And when this truth tames and burns
Luck turns into fucking complexion,
Could even dream of such misery
And nothing that schism is dainty,
Love turns inside out and becomes insists
While not repair and death comes.
Smoky night scene blank
Sometimes it's better for me to be frank,
And by leaps and bounds take life,
Falling once in a while I get up,
And when I hurt, without astonishment,
Meeting in solitude, an exit ...