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Every night.. I tuck my heart in, and sing it lullabies of smiles and light. I caress it softly to sleep. .to sleep into tenderness and to wake up lite Every morning.. I wake up to my heart broken, and sat on fire burning. The gentle night will always fail to help a heart that keeps on yearning Every night, I pick my heart back up, and mold it with careful hands as I softly kiss all its scars Every morning, my heart falls into the void you left, and shatters into pieces as many as the stars
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
Kitsch
Every night.. I tuck my heart in, and sing it lullabies of smiles and light. I caress it softly to sleep. .to sleep into tenderness and to wake up lite Every morning.. I wake up to my heart broken, and sat on fire burning. The gentle night will always fail to help a heart that keeps on yearning Every night, I pick my heart back up, and mold it with careful hands as I softly kiss all its scars Every morning, my heart falls into the void you left, and shatters into pieces as many as the stars
kitsch (N): an object, or a piece of art, that is of poor quality due to excessive sentimentality and cheesiness, but is appreciated for the same reason.
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Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 5:02 AM UTC
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