The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]

The Poem.

There's a broken heart,
I don't know where,
But I know it's around the start,
That's how I wear it.

I'm feeling it around my thoughts,
I keep searching for the location,
I'm still hearing all the destroyed hearts,
Where are they? I ask myself, my neuron connections are in activation since the crying is listened to by my ears, which now are bringing me fears.

So I'm scared, but I keep wearing them,
Inside my chest,
Even knowing that the worst could happen,
Waiting to find them, but afraid of the truth that might be found, now, after, or before.

The sound of them it's getting louder,
It would happen again,
Where can I find them?
"In a poem" he said, and that's the problem.

Hidden in my letters,
Hidden them in my poems,
Crying in my dreams,
I hear my mixtapes, my mixes.