She pulled out my heart from where she kept it
Her left back pocket
Close to those cement mixer hips, rock hard and sexy
On that amazing ass was where that pocket lived
She threw it down and sromped on it pointing
Go!
I thought it was a row
I was still trapped by powder blue eyes, like a shadow to the ground
She jumped up and down on it with her tall boots
Sqwish, sqash, I didn\'t get it ; a wounded puppy was I
Finally after she took out her phone and deleted me, I no longer existed
Did I get it, we were through