Tear it out,
sew it up,
hear me out,
blow it up.
Chew it up,
spit it out,
watch the blood,
as it flows out.
Stomp it hard,
chop it to,
do all these things,
im begging you.
Go on babe,
it's shattered enough,
yeah your right,
I have it tough.
Author notes
Simple note- This has been getin dusty in meh notebook. So I typed it up and added the last paragraph.
no question
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I think our hearts are the most used and abused of all... and yet we keep on exposing them to life, as it should be.
Your poem is very interesting, some unique thoughts going on here
Dee
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okay???
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Fair enough [=~
*Pats*
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Er...thanks.
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