My heart

November 7, 2009
I wear my heart on my sleave and this time I beg please cause its thus heart that wont stop till its dead. But its torn and in bits, as it breaks and it bleeds till im crawling on the ground on my knees. Didnt I ask nicely, Didnt I say please, didnt I shed tears so you could believe, yet you leave me empty promises, the ones that never leave, just haunts me as I close my eyes and relive this painful dream. And I dont want to lose this hope but this feeling is too real, Now I stand on this breaking wire , and all I can do is feel!

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