Saw through the heart, my
soul frozen and cold,
Till the moment I bore ego
with it, grabbed it to hold,
Love is delicate; it is
fragile; it will crumble - I was once told,
Ignoring words were the best
my mind could do, presumed to be bold,
Age and Ego has the last two
thirds of the words in common,
With age, ego grows for the
inner demon to summon,
Grown am I, so is ego that
peeps out too often;
Those days of friendship and
love, they are all fallen,
Fear of what am I after days
of life rolls out kills,
Lost were the days where
smile was all our daffodils,
Shan’t I conquer my soul to
put my ego in spills?
Smile and Joy shall regime
my heart with their fills!
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