[align=center]My Chest pounds,
like my heart is skipping a beat,
every time.
Thud, Thud.
It hurts so bad.
I feel so empty inside.
I know the pain,
I feel the sorrow.
I know I just want to be held in your arms.
I want you to come to me.
And never leave.
Without you I want to die.
I wish to take a dull knife,
And push it into my chest.
Deeper
And Deeper.
Slowly I carve the shape,
And I pull that forsaken organ from my chest.
I stare at it,
Not quit sure what I’m to do.
I put in behind a lock.
Then chain the key around my neck.
Then I wait.
And,
I wait.
For you to return.
When you finally do.
I will give you the chain around my neck.
The one that holds the key.
And you,
You and only you,
Will be able to take that key,
And unlock the lock.
Ever so gently you will take my heart in you hands.
And I will know.
Know you are the one.
The one I have been waiting for.
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