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Nov 2018
I’ve got two hands to cling to yours
One heart to try to fit it in
But the hinges got broken
And it’s all spilling out
My left heart is what I’m left with now
The right one has gotten too full
Unclaimed baggage, misused words
We can see this out though, it’s the milk or the cow
Everything’s just gotten too blurred

I can only love you with my left heart
It’s the only one they could restart
If god has a right hand that’s righteous and strong
Then the left one was what became of man
You’ll get what remains, first love’s scraps
Forgotten from past romance

Because no one’s as good as those books from your shelf
Like birds of a feather, we flock together
But somehow we’ve all fooled ourselves
And no one’s as good, like you wish them to be
Throw another line out, another fish in the sea
Press together your hands, another prayer to plea
Because nothings as good as it seems

If my right heart was a lion
This one might as well just be a sheep
Does that make you a wolf with shiny white teeth?
Don’t pull the wool over my eyes
I want to see you when you bite
We can stay in this heart together
It’s cramped and it’s tight. I am yours, you’re not mine
I tried to hang on, but your grip, it felt light
My left I guess is smaller than my right

You can have this left heart if you want
Let me borrow that knife you’re hiding
And I’ll scrawl in your name
Just don’t **** me and try to love me
This is my last one, ***** this up and I’m done
I’d just be blood and bone
And no one wants to see what they’ve sown
Written by
Stephanie  32/F/Tennessee
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