In my heart,
come joy or heartache
(even that which is caused by you).
Love that should last a lifetime...
until the multiplication of pain
tears the heart bit by bit
and the only course of action
seems to be to extricate you
by any means
from my heart,
in order to preserve it.
And so love dies...
to an uneasy stand-off.
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 10:07 PM UTC
In my heart,
come joy or heartache
(even that which is caused by you).
Love that should last a lifetime...
until the multiplication of pain
tears the heart bit by bit
and the only course of action
seems to be to extricate you
by any means
from my heart,
in order to preserve it.
And so love dies...
to an uneasy stand-off.
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