I'm slowly dying inside.
You've ripped your heart
from my being, and given
it to someone else.
Leaving me with this
big gaping emptiness,
So please .............
May I have my heart back?
I used to live every day,
breathing you in.
Now, I'm hoping that each
exhilation will somehow help
in letting you go..
But I'm aching and hurting
with futile longing,
and I know I'll never have
your heart again,
so please ...............
May I have my heart back?
Battered and bruised,
wearing the scars of
rejection...... I don't mind.
Before I die, please .......
May I have my heart back?
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