I know now where I left my heart...
I know now where the thing lies -
It was last seen in your hands,
Amidst the anger of your cries.
It was bleeding and it was hurt...
But the pain I could not feel -
It was only later, that I felt, what
my mind and soul revealed.
You took the treasured part of me...
and cut me up, just as a tree -
now you'll never know the plea,
of a wounded heart set free.
I will not forget your hate,
the fact that once,
you were my mate;
I wanted to stay,
but could not wait,
my beeding heart,
was my sad fate.
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