Something Left

April 4, 2012
They all cry sticks and stones
Their claims are insane
Words do hurt
Especially yours
But I know something
Something you'll never discover
No matter how many times
That you believe you've bled me dry
I will always have something left
Although my caring heart may become cold
At the sight of you
It can still love
While yours hates

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