i wrote this at 4:30 this morning
matters of the heart
matter not to those
who matter the most
love is becoming a pain
splintered by the pains from
the yearning my heart has done
the mourning my heart has endured
all of it never wastes away
into nothing it doesnt become
staying and haunting
seem to be the objectives
running rampant
through everything
ive accomplished and
disappointed others with
nothing seems right
everything seems destructive
diseases are mistaken
conditions are taken for granted
hearts running through cycles
seemingly impossibly
seem the puzzles
of love and jealousy
matters of the heart
matter not to those
who matter the most
Harper-Weston
matter not to those
who matter the most
love is becoming a pain
splintered by the pains from
the yearning my heart has done
the mourning my heart has endured
all of it never wastes away
into nothing it doesnt become
staying and haunting
seem to be the objectives
running rampant
through everything
ive accomplished and
disappointed others with
nothing seems right
everything seems destructive
diseases are mistaken
conditions are taken for granted
hearts running through cycles
seemingly impossibly
seem the puzzles
of love and jealousy
matters of the heart
matter not to those
who matter the most
Harper-Weston