Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Yank of the Heart.

I'm grudgingly waiting,
To face the day,
Where you'll be daunting,
And fade away.

When in this now,
I feel secure,
Though this you give me,
My heart feels impure.

The day has come
Where love has burrowed
Back into my soul.

It will stay there
Until there comes
A reason for it to hold,

My heart in its grasp,
Tightly and firmly,
To never again let it go.

The next time I gouge it out,
It wont be for naught,
It'll be because I know.

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