The Picture
I looked at a picture
Of a damaged heart
And you looked so proud
When you said it was art.
You gave it your signature
And look so surprised
When I asked you whose was it
With tears in my eyes.
"I'm sorry, my dear
But don't you know?
When I asked for permission
I wanted your heart to draw.
You told me your life's story
Throughout months of submission
Until finally you gave me
Your deepest confession."
My face was on fire
As I realized the truth.
All you wanted from me
Was my dead heart as proof.
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