meet up at the end

I’m just not the best at this

 

I’m bad at keeping up

 

My mind is on a different route than my heart

And at this point I’m not even sure if they will line back up

 

All I know is my mind is rose and my heart is jack

 

There is enough room for both to float yet I choose to let one drown

 

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i write lame poems that no one really reads

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