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Wedge Through the Heart
With each minute that passes by,
My heart aches, I finally see how far a wedge has been driven.
Its been pounded all but 2 strikes from going all the way through this heart.
As the clock struck midnight. The wedge has cut too deep to heal.
Our hearts are no longer bonding, the last piece hit hard with a hammer
This heart is now fully in two. Yet once again something all too familiar.
Its time to shut the doors and put up the walls again and not let anyone through.
This heart can’t take it anymore not for a while.
by Crystal
Wedge through the heart
With each minute that passes by,
My heart aches; I finally see how far a wedge has been driven.
It has been pounded all but 2 strikes from going all the way through this heart.
As the clock struck midnight. The wedge has cut too deep to heal.
Our hearts are no longer bonding, the last piece hit hard with a hammer
This heart is now fully in two. Yet again it’s something all too familiar.
Don’t tell me things you don’t mean. I don’t want to hear them if they aren’t meant.
Mine are straight from this shattered heart.
It tells me it’s time to shut the doors and put up the walls again and not let anyone through.
This heart can’t take it anymore, not for a while.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
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