Jester Of Hearts
My Heart is quite a fool… She is a continuous embarrassment of mine…
Although, she is quite punctual and hurts me all the time…
For over three decades she has deceived and mislead…
And a
All that I hear are hurtful laughs from my head…
“HA!
As if!”
“HA!
Get a grip!”
No need of convincing, I am a fool from tip to tip…
A toy amongst the tongues of silver and gold…
Never have I imagined hearts of ice could be this cold….
My heart hates me and I do not possess a single doubt…
Still, she remains a part of me that I just can not live with out…
Unwillingly, a Jester is what I shall remain…… She chose to stay with you; she is something only you contain. -Madamchryzl-
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