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*I may have a heart that is broken in places But at least I have a heart at all* Sometimes I wince with pain when the past plays, Like a film across my eyelids Vision not without defect But unblemished by regret Now I feel empty and hollow Waking in the darkness *I've lost count of how many times I've posed the question ‘Why did I not deserve the affection?’* I gave you passes as I gave you my heart, In the kisses I returned I thought you kept your heart Closed away behind your ribs - Perhaps you do. Today I will wash your sweat from my skin And your kisses from my neck Tonight I will press down buttons in my alarm For daylight hours Tomorrow I will smile and ask you how you are I will sing songs walking alone Down main roads *Is it Freedom or Is it Emptiness? Who is who? You and I* I know, The numb in my fingers and in my thoughts Will pass I would always chose My hopeful broken heart Over vacant space A De-void [I'd hoped to fill] I should stop trying To provoke Barren hearts' growth Turn away, Mend myself For I may have a heart, That is broken in places But at least I have a heart at all
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Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 12:24 PM UTC
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*I may have a heart that is broken in places But at least I have a heart at all* Sometimes I wince with pain when the past plays, Like a film across my eyelids Vision not without defect But unblemished by regret Now I feel empty and hollow Waking in the darkness *I've lost count of how many times I've posed the question ‘Why did I not deserve the affection?’* I gave you passes as I gave you my heart, In the kisses I returned I thought you kept your heart Closed away behind your ribs - Perhaps you do. Today I will wash your sweat from my skin And your kisses from my neck Tonight I will press down buttons in my alarm For daylight hours Tomorrow I will smile and ask you how you are I will sing songs walking alone Down main roads *Is it Freedom or Is it Emptiness? Who is who? You and I* I know, The numb in my fingers and in my thoughts Will pass I would always chose My hopeful broken heart Over vacant space A De-void [I'd hoped to fill] I should stop trying To provoke Barren hearts' growth Turn away, Mend myself For I may have a heart, That is broken in places But at least I have a heart at all
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Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 12:24 PM UTC
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