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| Written by Michelle Portz | |
| Saturday, 05 July 2008 | |
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It burns, to touch the hole in my heart. I wake up feeling its pain.
If this fire doesn’t go away soon, I’m afraid it might drive me insane.
I opened my heart and you tore it apart, leaving this hole in the center.
And now I know when you said you loved me, truly by me, you meant her.
I can barely breathe with a hole in my heart; I feel my life fading away.
Crying and bleeding, you left me repeating, that I hoped and wished you would stay.
How pathetic and tragic and desperate am I, to have a hole in my heart?
I let myself go, I never said no, and loved all of you from the start.
All I have to show for that love are the hideous scars you left behind.
No feelings returned my heart is left burned; my mindset of love is defined. Copyright 2008 Michelle Portz |
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