Every morning, while I was getting dressed,
I imagined my heart in front of me,
I poured all of my feelings and emotions straight in,
And sealed them tight with a padlock,
What good are emotions,
I thought to myself,
All they do is make life more complex,
So I put them away for the following day,
And turned statue and cold to the rest.
When I spoke to my friends, I laughed in cold monotone,
Lifeless and frozen at best,
My only slight change,
Was when I spoke in sarcasm,
Which I did quite more often than less.
But, overtime, the lock became rusted,
And my colours grew bored trapped inside,
They tried to outsmart me,
By all breaking free,
And succeeded in quite a strong tide.
A rush of reality flooded me over,
And knocked me back on to the floor,
Like orange and coffee,
Or ice cubes and toothpaste,
It shocked me til' I took no more,
I surrendered right then, my heart a white flag,
And allowed them to all pour back in.
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