#198: Stop Collecting Hearts
Dear Mr who knows it all Who was even once called Mr All The one who gathers us in a row Then bangs the world and makes it snow I passed by all the names that were once in a fall And though I no longer need to call Your knife is still hanging on my wall And I can’t help not suffering any more At least for those who still fall For a fake personality that is short but looks tall You make me rhyme, and that’s nothing small That’s your magic and that I know So thank you for lighting up my mind after it has crashed in the blow Should you even be loved?! Is it that kind of glow?! Dear Mr Small Please stop collecting hearts!