July 22, 2010
With every touch
I'm in more pain then before
With every permanent butterfly
Comes the urge to tell you
I am chained up
By the fear inside of me
I am worn and torn
Bruised and beaten down
From the pain
That comes with a broken heart
I would give you the rest of me-
heart and soul
Except, you may not give the same to me
For, maybe you lie too
Like all the others
But I think
I'll let you take what's left of my heart
If it shatters this time though...
There will be nothing else
Left to give

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