My heart was diagnosed in 8th grade,
You were supposed to save, not hurt.
Now it has been so dismayed,
Lost faith in humanity, I would say.

The golden heart was once beating,
Now that kind heart is bleeding.
The sincere heart that kept on giving,
Now it is just a useless thing.

Don't even try to explain anything
Misunderstanding, always misunderstanding
My good intensions were not convinced
Well, then, I am leaving.. everything behind.

Put my memories aside.
Please just don't cry.
You won't see me cry.
Crying in happiness knowing you are fine.
The colors of my heart: rainbows.
by The Gardener in Fairy Tales January 12, 2022
by Time Capsule💊 April 19, 2023
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