Starved
Not hungry, but I feel so starved
Prepped for surgery, I need a heart
I held your hand through all these tears
I lost my grip, don't your see, my dear?
It was me who slew the nightmares
It was me who knew to lie there
My heart needs to behave
It's too wild, random, untamed
You've got all of me
And I probably seem lost to T
I just need God to see
Why have I got to bleed?
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When Life Gives You Pineapples
PoetryJust my thoughts in the form of rhymes. Round 2