Don't f++k with my heart.
You broke it apart.
Torn it to ribbons of tainted flesh.
Cardiac muscle shoved through the masher.
Knots in white hanky.
Tied them for who.
He never knew.
With sweet tender words written on lace.
In a loyal heart he will always have space!
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 3:04 PM UTC
Don't f++k with my heart.
You broke it apart.
Torn it to ribbons of tainted flesh.
Cardiac muscle shoved through the masher.
Knots in white hanky.
Tied them for who.
He never knew.
With sweet tender words written on lace.
In a loyal heart he will always have space!
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