Down to Pieces and Parts
Down to Pieces and Parts
How could you
Reduce it
Down to pieces and parts
How could you
Not feel the start of the beat of my heart
Where was your soul as our love took flight
Over the darkest ridge and the highest height
The things that you do and the things that you say
Sting my face and my throat and bring tears to my face
To you love is only the roll in the hay
To me love is angels soaring at dawn of day
I am sickened with discuss of pieces and parts
Why break me and make me and tear out my heart
-M. Jacobs
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