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this thorn jabs deep into my side

the same old spike as before

piercing me

as i spill out onto the curb

"dont wear your heart on your sleeve," he warns

and i agree

i cant afford to

as i bleed and pour out upon the streets

because after all this mess

my heart is all that i have left

i cant afford to wear it out

just to lose it in a sidewalk brawl

similair to this

identical to this momoent

so i tuck it away

safe in a box

a box that i lock and give to you

with a copy of the key that i made for you

take good care of it, its yours

i know youll treat it better than i ever could

as i entrust you all of me

hold me close

dont let me go

dont let me fall

and as i walk home

i leave a memory of your embrace

it makes the fleshwound all the easier

as i fall on the thorn, im still smiling

with your kiss lingering on these lips

they can never

ever

take me down