Ceramic Heart

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I cannot question your love for me

This love is black and white

Of such things I own in vibrancy

I cannot own this sight;

No thought has bound me here to stay, so still all alone

No thought has scarred a love so deep

As the love I call my own;

The fool that I am

Thought you could understand

The pain I feel with you

The fool that I am

Cannot understand

The love I question in truth.