The failure of my heart dulls the start
Of everything that I once would hope for
Such a bore it must be
To sit and watch love surround you
But never your own
How much fun it should be
To hear others speaking about relationships
And to realise you cannot empathise
I do adore those moments when you are asked
For advice
And you remain as blanked and inexperienced as your heart is
And it is only then
When you realise
How alone
You really are
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