My Heart

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My Heart

My heart what have you won or lost what was the cost,
 at first it was like the sky, until you ask youself why,
 should I do or die, or should I just tell a lie, the joy
and pain is hard to explane, your heart tries to reframe
but the joy overrides te pain, oh the joy you bring it makes
my spirit sing, and in time you look for deaths sting when there's
no more joy or happiness love bring,
 you only look back at an old gold ring,
to remind yourself how far you have been,
and each day you try not to sin, but you know that's
how it all began between a woman and a man, was
this really your plan, or just how it will end, being lovers and
friends.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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