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I once inquired why i spent my nights alone
then someone came along & broke my heart of stone
it seemed as if the boulder turned into a rose
but now it's yet another door to close
blooming with rays of hope
i let you in &...all that kept me sane was the
sunshine held together by an endless tugging rope within
You were mine & your only job was
to hold each word together with your doubtful hands
i see every strand dropping
& im left to understand the meaning of heart cropping
You cut a little here & there to highlight the good
hoping that the bad is hidden
& mistakes are understood!
lies & deceit all because you could
no one but me thought you were capable of that
no one but me knew
you would!
shoot my dying heart right where it stood
then someone came along & broke my heart of stone
it seemed as if the boulder turned into a rose
but now it's yet another door to close
blooming with rays of hope
i let you in &...all that kept me sane was the
sunshine held together by an endless tugging rope within
You were mine & your only job was
to hold each word together with your doubtful hands
i see every strand dropping
& im left to understand the meaning of heart cropping
You cut a little here & there to highlight the good
hoping that the bad is hidden
& mistakes are understood!
lies & deceit all because you could
no one but me thought you were capable of that
no one but me knew
you would!
shoot my dying heart right where it stood
Published 28th Mar 2013
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