The Sleeveless Heart
A deep impression it's made
Soaked in red, never to fade
Drips down my arm and onto my leg
A price said now fully paid
True blue it once was
Sounds of a drum make my ears buzz
Scars show from all of my loves
With no reasoning, just because
Be gentle with this frail thing
Cut it out and it will no longer sing
Ruled once by his majesty the king
Held on now by nothing now but a string
I wear it here to show my curse
No pain to gain, nothing could be worse
But true I stand, still to myself
No fortune to gain, only my own self wealth.
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