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My heart is made of heart strings, knotted, in a row
Each joint connected neatly, finished with a bow
Some strings got caught along the way on strings that weren't mine
And since that day our hearts and laughs and smiles became entwined
And with that came your sorrow, your anger, your despair
That tugged upon my heart and tears, the bond, it wasn't fair
'Cause when people play your heart strings, like picking a guitar
Or undo the careful knotting to create a broken heart
It's not just you who's hurting, the pain is always shared
Because of tied up heart strings, because I'll always care
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YOU ARE READING
Wielding the Pen {Poetry}
Poesía•>I wield the pen as I'd wield a sword, cutting through emotions as if they were flesh all poems and photos are mine [love] [heartbreak] [sadness] [society] {highest ranking: #556 in poetry 8/8/17}
