Nothing stops this addiction
Love makes me ask
''what have I left?''
'' and what can I offer?''
O! a heart that lives
This heart I give
I take my heart
And hand it over to you
I think it can work better
With me being a co-owner
Cos I am getting older
And I cannot figure out
When these heartbeats
Become heartbreaks
Biting my chest
Like a sharp knife
I offer today,
without toil or strive
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Offline) - Published: February 20th, 2026 10:28
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Comments2
toughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
thanks for reading
This type of love often involves pain. A lovely write
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