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Heartache
To be loved you must feel loved
I do not feel loved
Last time we spoke you said I am a sickness with feet
You said that my love could never be pure enough
You said that you could help me
I do not want anything except for my heart to be whole again
For her body to be wrapped up in my arms and her hands to touch this sickened soul once more
If I could open my heart up I'd give it to you
But all you would be able to see is her words attached to it
I do not feel loved
Last time we spoke you said I am a sickness with feet
You said that my love could never be pure enough
You said that you could help me
I do not want anything except for my heart to be whole again
For her body to be wrapped up in my arms and her hands to touch this sickened soul once more
If I could open my heart up I'd give it to you
But all you would be able to see is her words attached to it
Published 4th Feb 2014
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