War of Hearts

The pain is that of a thousand needles,
I despise my heart for the way it feels,
To hate and love is all in spite,
I question if I will win this fight,
But I cannot lose….cannot give in,
Although my chances may be slim,
This war of hearts will only be over,
When my heart loses all will and my body takes over,
So to the warriors of love and hate,
Try to live and fight and win your state,
For I…too….am a warrior of love,
And for the dearest person….O my love,
I will always hold you close to me,
Because my love is more than the sun to the tree.





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