My Heart

Fri, 04/28/2017 - 10:39 -- Neftee

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My lover is a vice

She clamps down on my bleeding soul,

Reaches down to flesh and bone

to hold a beating heart of stone,

until I gain control. 

And if left to my devices 

I might roam the world to find a hole

to lay these weary broken bones

burry me in dust alone

I'm a reject from death row. 

But she accepted me. 

If only she could see, 

That I've accepted her. 

 

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