How can I learn to love him
When I don't have a heart
How can I want him with a burning passion
When I don't have a heart
How can I tell him how much I care
When I don't have a heart
I feel like I'm shooting blanks
Giving you nothing but powerful air
I am happy with you
But instead of my heart being broken
It was stolen and burned at the stake
So now I have nothing
To give to you
Maybe you can be my heart transplant
And we can share
I don't want to shoot blanks
But baby that's all I've got
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PoetryThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
