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Aug 2014
Stuck in a prison, in
the shape of a heart.
Its messing with me,
Slowly tearing me apart.
This can't last forever,
Knew that from the start.
I was the first to fall,
You just played your part.
Sands build castles,
Then time, rips them apart.
Its all worth the hassle,
Like any precious piece of art.
Everybody Loves falling in love,
But they forget  the painful part.
Not all is forgotten,
Read the scars of a broken heart.
                                               The reason we do it again,
                                               confuses my soul, then
                                                the proceeds,
                                                 to break my heart. Never
                                                  again, the I cross my Heart.
She crosses my path,
Then it all falls a part.
I play the fool,
While she fiddles my heart.
Wrapped around her fingers,
Trapped from the start. As
Silly as it sounds, it hurt
Being apart. A piece to her
Game, loved playing hearts.
Using darts-- playing my part; Right.
Left a crack in my heart.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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