and sometimes,
almost all the time,
my heart hurts,
my heart screams,
my heart cries,
it wants you so much it hurts like a leap into the fire.
heart in distress.
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A cœur ouvert.
PoetryA cœur ouvert. A prendre ou à laisser, ce n'est que ce qu'il se passe dans ma tête, et mon cœur.
heart in distress
and sometimes,
almost all the time,
my heart hurts,
my heart screams,
my heart cries,
it wants you so much it hurts like a leap into the fire.
heart in distress.
