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My heart
was the blackest
deadest
bitterest thing
It left me no choice
but to cut it out
and set it on this table
for you to feed on
a thousand times
It was a good for nothing heart
no use to anyone
only fit for the fire
I see that now
and I realise
Hell
is where it's always
belonged
And because I was never fond
of farewells
just like candy
it must melt away.
was the blackest
deadest
bitterest thing
It left me no choice
but to cut it out
and set it on this table
for you to feed on
a thousand times
It was a good for nothing heart
no use to anyone
only fit for the fire
I see that now
and I realise
Hell
is where it's always
belonged
And because I was never fond
of farewells
just like candy
it must melt away.
Published 8th Dec 2009
| Edited 17th Jul 2012
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Anonymous
9th Dec 2009 1:44pm
and painfully honest,you are hugely talented A.
9th Dec 2009 3:54pm
10th Dec 2009 4:04am
Cheers Mo57 - there's a lot of it about, they may even see you in the Bulls Head one day.
