There will be good guys out there,
Mad, bad ones that you will try –
But they will all alter and settle.
You will try again and again
And, finally, you will see
That much good and much bad
Were also settling in me.
You may think there are people,
Out there, who will love you better –
But there is no “better”, just different.
There will be much to learn
And much, much more to see –
But I know what you won’t find:
And that is a better me!
What bitter truths am I made of?
What lessons have I not learnt?
What deceits lie unfulfilled?
What part of me hasn’t yet burnt?
I have not wept every tear;
I know nothing of tomorrow;
I keep meeting handsome strangers,
Hoping for lesser sorrow.
What terror lies in wait?
Have I spent all my shame?
What wounds must I yet bear
To continue this horrid game?
Questions like these are dull;
Answers for these seem lost…
I guess, if they are ever found,
I’d have well borne their cost…
I’ve kissed a thousand lips,
Rough as rocks, delicate as dew;
I’ve been drunk on a thousand sips,
Though none really tasted like you.
I’ve opened my mouth to each;
I’ve felt the passion in throes;
But something’s always out of reach –
Something only a heart knows.
I’ve taken essence, moist and dry;
But nothing remained for me to keep;
And, no matter how hard I try,
Though I keep sowing, I cannot reap.
Hearts Still Care 
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