Takes painful emotions to feed my inspiration.
Love is the most powerful one.
The same could be said for a little infatuation.
Sets my imagination from a walk to a run.
This love is like a tree, starts with a seed inside my heart.
Feels the pain, as roots grow through my veins.
The love grows until it rips me apart.
leaving me in pieces, my heart on display.
In the past I've locked it up, wrapped it in indifference.
It's been killing me so slowly, sinking six feet under.
Until the culmination of a decades' consequence.
To raise me like the dead, from my depressive slumber.
All that's left now are questions I've not answered.
Who is that broken soul inside my mirror?
Is love really the cure or is it the cancer?
For better or for worse, this is the year.
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