raven (ravenspoems) wrote, @ 2003-06-27 01:17:00

My Heart
My heart was yours to hold
Gently in your hands
Yet you were careless
And let it drop

You were supposed to keep it safe
Next to your own heart
So that they may beat in unison
But it slipped through your fingers

Now my heart belongs to another
It is cared for, held close
This time it wont slip
Your loss, his gain

For now I am happy
I find I did not need you
You are now a passing thought
If you are a thought at all

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