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What's Next for My Heart?
 



My heart's been ruptured, a through and through wound,
that doesn't show up immediately on my face.
I try to think back to the times when we still spooned,
those memories have become a tiresome chase.

You packed a bag after deciding I was not the right fit,
just moved on down the road (like it beckoned you).
I would guess from my words you can tell I'm not over it.
My crushed world embraces insidious shades of blue.

If I could unlove you these problems would not persist.
My addiction to what we had is too strong for that.
My heart rumbles slowly and the raging pain won't desist,
half the time head and heart know not where their at.

Praying that tincture of time salves these open wounds,
I'll be able to move on and to see other women's faces.
My Good Lord in heaven please allow it to happen soon,
so growing relations won't take such anguishing paces



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By AlwaysMyWords

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