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by Jennifer Aug 29, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
He holds my heart Beating strong in his hands No longer in my chest How is it i stand? But i do Head held high For i won't be weak I'll stand and fight Out of breathe My blood runs cold My skin turns pale My eyes no longer bright and bold But i gave my heart to you And its yours to keep Maybe in the future It shall be returned to me
by It only hurts when I think of you
Great poem :-) 5/5