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My heart is a rope, the way it's being pulled right now
There is no winner, no one to take the winner's bow
It's a tug of war, the contestants unknowing
My heart is blind with the dark lonliness, knowing not where it's going

It is pulled in different directions, and by different people
It is alternating, different personalities, caring nerds to princess in a steeple
mostly women, a few men, pull my stretched out heart
They have warmer, more tender hearts to me, sweet like a strawberry tart

My mom pulls my heart, but in a motherly guiding way
There are little words to be told to show what I cant really say
My mother cares for me and pushes me in a good healthy direction
she wants whats best, to let me be or give me protection

Next an old crush, one I've grownto know her these past years
I dreamed of her, I talk to her but in reality she's one of my fears
I'll do things to make her smile or laugh, for this oyster to show me her pearls
But to take it to the next step I can't, to be able to stroke her lovely curls

A girl I deemed E, the highest honor I could give
Full of experiance, given a bad life to live
I knid of pitty her, although I'd never say this out loud
She listens to me and makes me actually proud

The church produces for me a girl who may not even believe in God
she rushed in, as fast as lightning, like a speeding hot rod
She's a cute emo looking girl, who will wear a cute panda dress
All I yern for is my hand, to her face, makes a gental caress

People come and go, talking turns stretching my heart
pulling so hard they might even pull it apart
I'd try to pull but I can not match the power of love
All I can do is just watch with my raven named "Dove"