3.05.2010

My Heart

This is my heart.
It's not perfect.
It's been broken,
Then glued back together.

It's been strangled
It's been bruised.
Also easily used.

It's not very durable,
easily broken.
It's very intricate,
Really complex.

It's passive, not aggressive.
It pictures the fairy tale's
You know the one's with the white horse & prince?

Being the damsel in distress,
having the one you dream about rescue you?
This is my heart,
It wakes me up in the middle of the night,
To only realize, that I can't be with you.

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