Thursday, July 14, 2011

Useless Heart

I carry within a heart that is useless
I wish to rest, he dreams of success
Late in life, to him I would confess
We both use to be friends, I guess
Now estranged like day and night
I ask for peace, he's first to start a fight
Tell him go left, he marches to the right
Ever since someone broke him apart
He sings the blues like sadness is to art

-- Louis Mercier

PS: Listen heart, you are not the boss of me;)

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