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Yours to Keep
Something painful surfacing.
Sour,
Yet sweet.
I feel the pain of love;
Foreshadowing deceit.
Weary, I may be,
I give my heart in whole.
Fairly certain
It will shatter.
Broken.
Tainted.
Tattered.
Take my lungs,
Feel my soul.
My love is yours to keep.
Until you break me,
I grow cold,
Waiting for a morbid leap.
Cajole me,
Control me,
I am yours to keep.
Sour,
Yet sweet.
I feel the pain of love;
Foreshadowing deceit.
Weary, I may be,
I give my heart in whole.
Fairly certain
It will shatter.
Broken.
Tainted.
Tattered.
Take my lungs,
Feel my soul.
My love is yours to keep.
Until you break me,
I grow cold,
Waiting for a morbid leap.
Cajole me,
Control me,
I am yours to keep.
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