My heart

by Helen   Aug 5, 2006


And this is my heart

The pain it has felt

The needles that have thrased it to bits

The burining fire that has singied it when lit

The scores from blades so silver so deep

The cuts from sizzors that make it weep

The words that have been all a lie

And now you F**kin wonder why

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