They told me to open up,
So I ripped my heart out
and sewed it to my sleeve
,
Only to be told that
it was ugly.
I rearranged the valves and the arteries;
Changed its beat,
Until someone told me it was beautiful
and stole it from me.
I searched for years at every street corner,
In every alley way and
‘I love you,’
But I couldn’t recognize it.
I met a man
Prepared to exchange my heart for his,
but I had none to give.
I stumbled across it one day,
alone and sitting in a gutter.
It was bare, cheated, broken—
It felt right at home.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
They told me to open up,
So I ripped my heart out
and sewed it to my sleeve
,
Only to be told that
it was ugly.
I rearranged the valves and the arteries;
Changed its beat,
Until someone told me it was beautiful
and stole it from me.
I searched for years at every street corner,
In every alley way and
‘I love you,’
But I couldn’t recognize it.
I met a man
Prepared to exchange my heart for his,
but I had none to give.
I stumbled across it one day,
alone and sitting in a gutter.
It was bare, cheated, broken—
It felt right at home.
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