Open Heart
Pen's on the paper,
I pour my heart out and I hope you get a taste of,
How I feel these words that I speak are real,
This is my soul in couple of minutes in a rhythm,
As I talk to you hoping you will listen when I speak,
Maybe I could find myself some peace on release,
Cos these feelings in me keep on clouding my belief,
And I still live conventional, but it's no relief,
I'm falling, like teardrops or raindrops falling,
I can't control it, it's weighing me down,
Heavy my heart, it's the size of my fist,
But it's like handcuffs and it's weighing down my wrist,
Please show me if what I feel is real,
I want to touch it, Coz maybe then I can grab it,
Spin it around, punch it and throw it in the garbage,
Slaughter it, cut it in half like I would be splitting cabbage,
Coz I hate these feelings that make me want to say I love you,
You broke me, spit on my heart, cursed and kicked me,
Beat me like a drum when you told me you don't want me,
But still I can't get over you, guess you meant more to me than I thought.
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