Literature
Hearts with a Sense
My thoughts strain, crash my brain.
Without a sense, I'd go insane.
Two steps back, a different lane.
One step back, it's all the same.
Each breath I've taken, is one more mistaken.
A heart that's aching, is love in making.
Broken hearts will still move on.
Breaking silence with a blood song.
Know the cycle, know the cons.
Start the treadmill, continue on.
~Jack Misanthrope