"To Pick Up A Rose, You Ask Your Hands To Bleed" copyright Clyde Caldwell The human heart feels things And yet those tangled webs you weave I don't deserve such a prize as this. FiestyI Want It Back
That the eyes cannot see,
And knows what the mind cannot understand.
Have meddled with my heart,
Leaving me completely blind,
Ignorant and confused. Helpless!
Therefore, I give to you this great
Emptiness, that misery brings.
You may find happiness dwelling
There for all eternity.
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