Grave Heart
I have the need
To borrow a heart
This ones been
Trampled and torn apart
Dug up like a diggers grave
Buried too many times
To be saved
I was a cast out
The day I was born
Born out of
Love... still....
That Sinners Love...
This heart was made
With attempt to persuade
To feel and give love
With nothing to gain
Haunting blood, piercing pain
Through the vein and sinews
Stinging my soul
Im an incumbent of love
Like Frankenstein... only half
Never whole..
Almost drained of whatever
Was pure
A baffle to him who
Made me ..im sure
As he sits,...watches me lost
And still I love him
A fools cost
A place where hearts go to die
To be be dug up again
Never knowing...
Why?
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