Friday, 9 April 2010

My Heart

And my heart, my heart hurts,
As though it's essence has dissolved and nothing remains in it's place
My whole, my whole is no longer,
I am merely a fragment of the parts I once used to possess
For my love, my love, my love is no more
I have loved and I've lost and I am but a beggar at loves door

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