Your heart,
my dear, is a heavy burden;
A heavy
burden but you choose to bear it.
The pride
is evident when you flaunt your choices.
You take
the prerogative to judge,
But don’t
judge me my dear, if my heart is light,
So light
that it is non- existent.
Your heart,
my dear, is a heavy burden;
A burden of
flesh and blood: Without respite.
And you’re
welcome to bear pride in your own choices.
Just don’t
judge those who don’t share your readiness
To suffer.
