Tender Heart


Where does your mind wander when you are alone with your thoughts?
Often I am astounded...and even dumbfounded...
My thoughts can be quite fantastic, albeit a tad sarcastic...
But my mind is that of a dreamer...
I am not the high achiever...
I am lazy to a fault...
My crazy is off the charts...
My self destruction is at a peak...
Because my will is so bloody weak...
But I can love you...
Even if you don't want me to...
Love is a frivolous way to explain how you exist with someone and share their pain...
But that is how I love...
My tender heart will bleed for you...
But I can't make your dreams come true...

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