Punch holes in my heart,
Rip it off and make me wear it on a sleeve.
Place my name on your shirt,
Where you’d always remember me,
Every time your heart beats.
Tell me three things,
While I turn you into poetry,
That someday when you stopped seeing me,
In every corner of your room,
My name at the end of your crisp white sheets,
You’ll remember me.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 4:24 AM UTC
Punch holes in my heart,
Rip it off and make me wear it on a sleeve.
Place my name on your shirt,
Where you’d always remember me,
Every time your heart beats.
Tell me three things,
While I turn you into poetry,
That someday when you stopped seeing me,
In every corner of your room,
My name at the end of your crisp white sheets,
You’ll remember me.
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