They say I tore his heart in two
But he was the first to commit the crime
Never trust a boy like him
I held his heart like I was lost in time
But he treated mine
Like a yo-yo
It was an obvious sign
But still I went up and down for him
What’s so wrong about being into you?
But I’m not over the butterflies
You tore my heart in two
And still I run back into your arms
I was his personal toy
Dress me up, take me out
And always act coy
So long as he sees me
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To Write On My Heart
PoetryA mirror to her soul. Look into her eyes for there is the key. Her heart is locked and I you won't ever know who she really is. The soul is the reason you take a chance on her because to know who she really is, is magic. So look into her eyes, and g...
