Tuesday, April 8

#190: Stop Collecting Hearts

Dear Mr who knows it all
Who was even once called Mr All
The one who gathers us in a row
Then bangs the world and makes it snow

I passed by all the names that were once in a fall
And though I no longer need to call
Your knife is still hanging on my wall
And I can’t help not suffering any more
At least for those who still fall
For a fake personality that is short but looks tall

You make me rhyme, and that’s nothing small
That’s your magic and that I know
So thank you for lighting up my mind after it has crashed in the blow
Should you even be loved?! Is it that kind of glow?!

Dear Mr Small
Please stop collecting the hearts!!

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