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MY HEART
My heart has taken a hiatus
And has been replaced by ice.
My don't give a fuck is running amuck
And saying whatever is on my mind.
My mouth can be reckless
and vicious and sharp.
But no soldier goes to battle
without her weapon and armour
The tears that I shed for you
Have watered a garden of thorns
That now surround and protect
My heart that is battered and torn.
I know there's someone out there
willing to go the extra mile
To cut me from these thorns,
patch up my battered heart
and do whatever it takes to see me smile.
And has been replaced by ice.
My don't give a fuck is running amuck
And saying whatever is on my mind.
My mouth can be reckless
and vicious and sharp.
But no soldier goes to battle
without her weapon and armour
The tears that I shed for you
Have watered a garden of thorns
That now surround and protect
My heart that is battered and torn.
I know there's someone out there
willing to go the extra mile
To cut me from these thorns,
patch up my battered heart
and do whatever it takes to see me smile.
Published 29th Jan 2020
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The attention to emotional details. The descriptive condition of the heart draw a landscape that only the brave and dedicated could traverse to get the prize of your commitment, your heart
19th Sep 2021 5:38pm
