The Dead Pitter Patter
days spent, the pitter patter of my heart beating faster.
Our love, my love, i thought it was real.
Urs was just fake.
Everytime you came on, it beat and flip flopped.
But now you tell me, you've asked your ex back out.
My pitter pattering heart died out.
Copyright © Tiffany Julius | Year Posted 2009
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