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My resting place
I know I'm lost; no way out;
Their is nothing I'm going to fuss about.
I can only see red as it flows;
I know when you feel me that my room grows.
I move back and forth just like your life;
Inside of this room: I see no strife.
I am bounced around like a little ball;
I am floating so I will never fall.
I can not be pulled from this enclave;
I am forever your begging slave.
To be here as long as you need me;
But soon as you want I will be free.
I know you don't understand now;
You couldn't even comprehend how.
Never to be ripped or torn apart;
For I live inside your heart.
A hopeless romantic:
Their is nothing I'm going to fuss about.
I can only see red as it flows;
I know when you feel me that my room grows.
I move back and forth just like your life;
Inside of this room: I see no strife.
I am bounced around like a little ball;
I am floating so I will never fall.
I can not be pulled from this enclave;
I am forever your begging slave.
To be here as long as you need me;
But soon as you want I will be free.
I know you don't understand now;
You couldn't even comprehend how.
Never to be ripped or torn apart;
For I live inside your heart.
A hopeless romantic:
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