My heart I hold in my hands,
I cup it and hide it,
Only very few can see
Occasionally I give someone a piece
The first one left it on the ground,
It took up to much space for someone else's,
Tunes our he did the same to her
The second one I handed out,
Hoping not to be buned
She amounted quite a mass
Before she spoiled and threw it all in the trash
Now I had very little heart lef to give.
But a third came along, different from the rest,
Baffled a small loan was made
I went bankrupt.
So one came around
I hadn't hardly a heart to give
The chunk I did,
Was squeezed so tight
That it
Died.
So then you came back.
Lucky number three,
My last chunk of love is in your hands,
But it seems you let it fall
My love casted upon the ground
I fall to my knees,
As my heart crumbles into dust,
A chrimson stain upon the ground
I am broken
My heart in pieces
Pulled apart and broken down
I now so lie,
Heartless
To numb
To ask why
As my heart whimpers in the dark
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
My heart I hold in my hands,
I cup it and hide it,
Only very few can see
Occasionally I give someone a piece
The first one left it on the ground,
It took up to much space for someone else's,
Tunes our he did the same to her
The second one I handed out,
Hoping not to be buned
She amounted quite a mass
Before she spoiled and threw it all in the trash
Now I had very little heart lef to give.
But a third came along, different from the rest,
Baffled a small loan was made
I went bankrupt.
So one came around
I hadn't hardly a heart to give
The chunk I did,
Was squeezed so tight
That it
Died.
So then you came back.
Lucky number three,
My last chunk of love is in your hands,
But it seems you let it fall
My love casted upon the ground
I fall to my knees,
As my heart crumbles into dust,
A chrimson stain upon the ground
I am broken
My heart in pieces
Pulled apart and broken down
I now so lie,
Heartless
To numb
To ask why
As my heart whimpers in the dark
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