Sadness brings out the best
Of the thoughts from my chest
The impulses they bleed
With the sweet memories
I write not to get rid of tears
But write for victory over fears
My head is filled with many things
My heart is loud as it sings
Every pulse, every beat
Every thought, ever dream
Leads me to these words
They could have been worse
A hopeless romantic
Who once was frantic
Born in the wrong time
Spitting the same line
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