
I would’ve poured my heart out
But who would want to see my broken heart?
My bare, scarred, and marred heart?
I would’ve said it all
But who wants to hear the unending rants?
Who shall be interested in naked minds?
I would’ve done it all.
But who likes a do it all?
A know it all?
I would’ve would have it.
But I didn’t. And I shan’t.
Maybe I’m lazy.
Or too busy.
What could’ve been,
Or would have been,
Might have been better.
Or worse.
It is all uncertain.
And that’s a might.
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