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The Heart's Choice
How could you
Be everything to me, yet view me as nothing
Another satellite circling round the sun
Lost in space, just icy junk
Drawn away from Earth's orbit by my attraction
To you, the sun, with your light and fission
I envision us close as two rocks sparking with friction
To light a fire that rivals the heat you expel
But if I get too close, I'm repelled, I'm in hell
I feel the flame but no warmth, your wrath without touch
It's uninentional, but still hurts just as much
Seeing Mercury basking in your heat
You give her the rings of Saturn just to see her smile
Every glance scorches my frosty soul
As I spin, lost in endless space
Knowing you never think of my face
My instability reminds me, grounds me a touch
Why she's the one whom you love and lust
I can trust it's the fact that people want pleasure
Not the pain I provide or the pity I derive
But the purpose and poise of a pretty penny
A kind girl with cadence and rhythm enticing
That's why she's your precious princess of pearls
While I am only a queen of quills and quiet qualms
Never calm, only insane, vain, and envying
But I now pronounce I have a new title;
The Queen Who Finally Quits
I am not fit for your throbbing heart's throne
I am alone, with poison melting my bones
Spilling sickness from each sentence
You shoot a picture of her flawless face
Immortalize her joy, her kindness, her grace
While I prove my mortality, with shots of whiskey and metal
She is your rose, I'm a stem with no petals
So as my vision fades and coarse goes my voice,
I cry as I admit: Your heart made the right choice.
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