Mind of the heart

The Betrayal by my heart is so cruel

 A twisted map withen my sad lonely soul

I fear I will be nothing but a tool

But I can never seem to gain control

higher and higher my heart still enflates

Ba dum Ba dum my heart goes through my chest

each glance I take my thoughts simply deflates

It seems God has sent this as my finial test

digging deeper and deeper inside me

I wage an epic battle internally

I'm so afraid to give you my heart's key

As I hold the fragile pieces carefully

you help mend all my broken pieces

Everything around us simply ceases

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