Sparks
Of million broken hearts.
I lose my mind, I lose my sleep
And get another scars.
I try to listen to the rant,
I try pretend the deaf,
But injured souls' loud pant
Makes me confess myself:
I have to break my burning heart
And make from pieces sparks.
I put them in my poem arts -
You'll notice their marks.
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