Who do you call when you've been robbed?
Not of your possesions...
but of your heart
You came in the middle of the night
and stole my breath with your lips
taking my heart along with it
in return you left my world a mess
and decaying memories in my vault
unlocked
I want you to come back
to give back my breath
and my heart
I feel my lungs ache
as if there is not enough air
for me without you
as if you are the last tree
and for my survival I must stay with you
I MUST
I want my heart back too
it's essential for me moving on
for me to forget you
There is nothing that I want to keep,
I want you to take all your memories,
And the pain you left with me.
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 9:03 AM UTC
Who do you call when you've been robbed?
Not of your possesions...
but of your heart
You came in the middle of the night
and stole my breath with your lips
taking my heart along with it
in return you left my world a mess
and decaying memories in my vault
unlocked
I want you to come back
to give back my breath
and my heart
I feel my lungs ache
as if there is not enough air
for me without you
as if you are the last tree
and for my survival I must stay with you
I MUST
I want my heart back too
it's essential for me moving on
for me to forget you
There is nothing that I want to keep,
I want you to take all your memories,
And the pain you left with me.
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