Prince .... Poems

This place, you called heart
Is now empty and cold
This place you called home
Is broken down to the ground
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On my blood, betrayal knife feeds
How delightful it would be to kill me indeed
& with tears burning my face
No, crying is not what I need
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I position each delicate corps
To portray a scene from the indecisive
Play of my dreadful life
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What should I do?
What do I do?
When everything around me is falling apart,
When all I have left is a broken heart.
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Will you be a friend of mine,
Friend of mine, friend of mine,
Will you be a friend of mine,
And play a game with me?
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i know you dont need me,
but i need you,
yes ill live with out you,
but happiness will not be there any more,
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its hard to smile
when all i do is cry
its hard to hide the broken heart
from you
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You are the flower-
The angel that runs through my sudden light
You are the wine-
The wine I drink to get me through the night
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If I could grasps yesterday with hands of today
This present pain might melt just enough
To create a puddle with a mirror image
Of whom I once was
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If the eyes are the windows to the soul
Then my eyes are frames that contain
Only shards of stained glass
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