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Take my heart, I don’t want it anymore……..
Its ragged and broken and downright tore.
Why do men tread on it like it’s made out of steel?
Only to wonder why it takes time to heal.
Ripped out of my chest, I’m dumbfounded it’s beating,
I opened my email and found you’d been cheating.
Don’t tell me your lies, or stories of gore,
My hands to my ears, I can’t listen anymore.
Just go away, let my heart have a rest,
I think I’m the one that knows what’s best.
Let me pick up the pieces, all shattered and frayed,
And puzzle them together if I can, if I may.
But there seems to be one missing, my heart isn’t whole,
One tiny piece absent means you stole part of my soul.
It’s not yours to have, this small piece of me,
You’re not worthy of taking my heart and the key.
So leave it on my doorstep, and walk quietly away,
I want time to heal so that I can love another day.
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