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Travels of my heart
I once had a heart,
Then she came along,
I started to fall,
Then things went wrong.
She said the right words,
And acted the right way,
We no longer speak,
I never thout I would see the day.
She turned away,
My heart shattered,
She never looked back,
Didn't act like it mattered.
She gave the peices back,
I threw them out,
And walked away,
There was nothing left to care about.
They layed there,
Exactly where they had been left,
Promises to fix them,
Had never been kept.
Then one dark day,
Another came along,
Collected the peices,
And fixed what was wrong.
One afternoon,
We stood in the rain,
Every little drop,
Washed away my pain.
Once my heart was whole,
She gave it back,
It was warm again,
The beat wasn't out of whack.
The minute I touched it,
I felt something new,
I took it in my hands,
Said "no this belongs to you."
I had always loved her,
I just didn't know,
It took my heart being broken,
For it to show.
I don't think she'll hurt me,
At least I hope not,
I know if she does,
My heart will rot.
The travels of my heart,
Are full of woe,
Where it will go from here,
I'm sure I don't know.
Then she came along,
I started to fall,
Then things went wrong.
She said the right words,
And acted the right way,
We no longer speak,
I never thout I would see the day.
She turned away,
My heart shattered,
She never looked back,
Didn't act like it mattered.
She gave the peices back,
I threw them out,
And walked away,
There was nothing left to care about.
They layed there,
Exactly where they had been left,
Promises to fix them,
Had never been kept.
Then one dark day,
Another came along,
Collected the peices,
And fixed what was wrong.
One afternoon,
We stood in the rain,
Every little drop,
Washed away my pain.
Once my heart was whole,
She gave it back,
It was warm again,
The beat wasn't out of whack.
The minute I touched it,
I felt something new,
I took it in my hands,
Said "no this belongs to you."
I had always loved her,
I just didn't know,
It took my heart being broken,
For it to show.
I don't think she'll hurt me,
At least I hope not,
I know if she does,
My heart will rot.
The travels of my heart,
Are full of woe,
Where it will go from here,
I'm sure I don't know.
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