Hand on my chest
Am I supposed to feel a pulse
Am I supposed to feel something
I'm scared
I don't think
My Heart
Is in there
I've been robbed
Deep planned
Strongly in love I felt
There was a lot of blood
There was a lot of tears
While she ripped
My Heart
Out of my chest
I'm not getting enough oxygen to my brain
I think I'm going insane
Writing down words
Trying to explain the pain
Without a trace
She left me right there
In a puddle
Mix with tears and blood
To die
But
Why
No
The question is what did she need
My Heart
For
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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Comments1
When a relationship breaks there are a lot of things taken that can not be gotten back. A lovely write
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