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Kittieme
Whyville Poet

Your Heart's Slave

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There is a cold wood floor beneath my feet
Where only shadows and dirt seem to dwell
Yet it's where I curl up in my defeat
It seems as if I'm a broken eggshell
You were the one that mesmerized my soul
And captivated what once was my mind
Yet I'm slowly gaining what you once stole
For my eyes have realized they are not blind
Abandoned and hurt was how you left me
I was alone on this splintered wood floor
Yet my heart and mind still won't be set free
Till you leave and never come back once more
I am tired of being your heart's slave
When it was it was only love I ever gave

 

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