For Me

August 11, 2008
You’ve taken my hand-held heart upon a sleeve,
You have taken what I willingly gave,
My love, my love, my heart, my soul.
The beauty of my life not so old.
My happiness, my smiles, my love, oh God, my love.
My emotions, my despair, oh yes, you’ll let me keep.
You’ll let me keep the sorrow, the pain, the anger, and the hurt.
All mine.
The broken pieces I am left to find.
Put back together to make something whole.
But there’s an empty space between my chest.
And there, oh yes, no one shall know.
Until I find what was once so very cold.
Now it is missing and to this I must vow,
I don’t want my heart back,
I don’t want my soul,
It has always been yours,
I just wanted you to know.

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