unknowingly you clutched from me, the remainder of my heart.
though i left it there, i feel despair for letting you rip it apart
and though you didnt realise, what you were doing with your stare;
everytime your eyes met mine, i could feel my insides tear/
and now my peice of heart you stole is sitting in your palm,
just clutch it there, til you can;t bear that ticking little bomb.

The End

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