My heart was a muscle,
For the record
Beating, bleeding and
Very alive
Then you came along
Out of nowhere
With your pick-axe of a love
Started quarrying through the walls of my heart
Like it was nothing
Because I hid the pain
I hid how much I bled
As your pick-axe tried to
Re-shape my heart
I loved the pain
Continuous, engulfing
Bitter yet so sweet
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PoesieThe voices, they drive me insane... But in your case, there are exceptions ©SazStar | 2020 | Completed
