She wrapped her fingers around my heart and pulled me under,
I had to,
her trap was too tempting,
And liked the idea of falling love,
She was now attached to me and I attached myself to her heart so every beat triggered art from my thoughts,
But her words were just pieces she used to play her game,
And soon she got tired of it,
She had nothing more to gain,
So I created art from my pain.
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Boy. Paperheart
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