your heart is very dear,
to me.
I keep it next
to mine.
its planted roots inside
my ribs.
And flowers down
my spine.
It's laced my bones
with poison,
And it's numbing all
my pain.
My heart is so infected it may never
love again.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC
your heart is very dear,
to me.
I keep it next
to mine.
its planted roots inside
my ribs.
And flowers down
my spine.
It's laced my bones
with poison,
And it's numbing all
my pain.
My heart is so infected it may never
love again.
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