It was ripped to pieces
and you tore it apart,
but look, it's still working,
my bloody beating heart.
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Paper Hearts
PoezjaMy mind is the cage which holds my heart captive. Come in, discover my mind and catch a glimpse of my heart. - English poetry -
this bloody beating heart
It was ripped to pieces
and you tore it apart,
but look, it's still working,
my bloody beating heart.
