July 8, 2009
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There are many things that can be replaced

A heart isnt one of them

Because once its gone its gone and never coming back

Breaking a heart is the same as burning a letter

Pieces may remain but its gone forever

My heart once warmed those in need

But now I see my heart on the floor,all it does is bleed

I fear it may never recover

I tried to put it back together

But it was as useless as trying to live in a house of feathers

It continues to bleed as I cry

I thought it was the right thing to try

But now I realize I will never fly

Im glued to the grass

Forced to never move and watch the clouds pass

As others learn to fly

They fly hand in hand

As my prison tomb is sealed in sand

I feel my lungs feel with sand,but I dont resist

I realize it will stop my heart's pain so I accept it

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