Tag: Edgar Allan Poe

  • My Heart

    My Heart

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    My heart Hammering, thumping, melancholicBeating like a drum in my chest “Write something from my heart?” I ask“Yes,” they laughedI didn’t like that they laughed“Write something passionate and kind,” they saidMy heart was never passionate or kindFor it only lived to make life worse, making life feel like standing on…