It’s obvious that I’m wounded
My pain comes through my chest
I believe it’s my heart again
It hurts and so I deal with it
Sometimes I think how I could take it out
Some days having a heart is useless
And some days I love love
Most of the time it’s a good pain
I’m sure that if I cut it out
my heart that is
There inscribed
would be your name
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Bill..you have something that oozes out through your choice of words that pinpoints emotions in other people's hearts! I am a fan! :)
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