The Deed To My Heart Poem by katey farmer
The Deed To My Heart
not a word can be said
to the woman who controls
if she hears ill be dead
broken, ripped, no longer whole
my heart is aching, torn to shreds
i love him with all my soul
my heart cries yes never says my head
but with him i become whole
she can try to keep us apart
but he owns the deed to my heart
hes been here with me right from the start
she will never succeed in keeping us apart
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