#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!

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