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This is my heart,

This is my soul,

Layed out at your feet,

And growing cold,

Is there a price to pay,

For falling in love?

Is this how it will be,

Now that push comes to shove?

I wanted you,

So I followed my dreams,

Now with this confrontation,

I'm bursting at the seams,

My ever present hopes,

Have since been shot to dust,

And my confidence crumbles,

Along with my trust,

I fall to the floor,

Immoblized,

In a puddle of tears,

I'm the one you despise,

In your I can see,

A starkly real coldness,

I only wish I could match,

With my faltering boldness,

So on my knees,

I sit and wait,

For this half-sleep to take me,

As is my fate.