You took my heart
And locked it in a cage,
You got rid if the
key;
Simply turned the book's page.
I haven't seen my heart,
But I
still feel its beat,
And the thought of loving you,
Makes my poor soul
weak.
Looking at your picture;
Framed by my hands.
Not sure what to
do,
Not sure of my plans.
Am thinking of you,
And my heart you
took.
Please take care of it,
Give it a second look.
It's very
breakable,
So keep it by your side,
Because I might need it again
At
some point of my life.
By
( Ilona Hesse )
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