Somebody ask me whats wrong,
so I can pour out this purple heart,
that has been ever so accustumed to swell up,
Why shouldn't it? I've worn it on my sleeve for too long,
For it is ****** and bruised and has been through too much,
and its worn and torn, and has made me tough,
love has tangled it self up in this mess of my swelling purple heart,
and I couldn't ask for anything more,
for this love is whats keeping me sane at any given moment,
and this love, its so strong I just can't let it go,
This exspression of overflowing emotion has become too much,
people around me don't think I'm so tough,
for they see my purple heart fading, my pulse going out,
its finally all gotten to be too much.
Aug 20, 2012
Aug 20, 2012 at 7:51 AM UTC
Somebody ask me whats wrong,
so I can pour out this purple heart,
that has been ever so accustumed to swell up,
Why shouldn't it? I've worn it on my sleeve for too long,
For it is ****** and bruised and has been through too much,
and its worn and torn, and has made me tough,
love has tangled it self up in this mess of my swelling purple heart,
and I couldn't ask for anything more,
for this love is whats keeping me sane at any given moment,
and this love, its so strong I just can't let it go,
This exspression of overflowing emotion has become too much,
people around me don't think I'm so tough,
for they see my purple heart fading, my pulse going out,
its finally all gotten to be too much.
well. I just woke up, and wrote this on the spot. So enjoy, although I believe it needs work,
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