sometimes it feels as if my heart
is painted, on my sleeve
tattooed, red, and bleeding there
for everyone to see
sometimes it feels as if my heart
is locked away, no key
empty, brittle, broken pieces
no more a part of me
one day you saw my painted heart
one month your words washed over me
slowly disolving, the paint is bleeding...
bleeding a warmth back into me
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