There are spears in my heart
Hidden but cutting it apart
Uncountable in numbers, different in size
Depends who pierced them inside
Only I ………… only I recognize
It bleeds…it bleeds…all day and night
Spears in my heart
Hidden in plain sight
Does it pain, does it wound?
Sometimes yes, sometimes don't
When I try to bury them inside
They blaze like fire
Bite like ice
The spears in my heart
Are now part of my life.
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