Thorns of Love
Thorns and vines weav in and out
of my mangled heart
with every beat
the thorns pierce at the
delicate fiber of my heart
and i can feel the pain
as my heart is dripping blood
inside my tattered flesh
and as the sixty some odd
beats a minute and the
one thousand four hundred fortieth beats
a day the thorns
are stabbing at my heart
but the end of they day
and as i lay down to sleep
my heart slowly beats
and as it stops
it's plan to see that
the thorns of love is
what was killing me
of my mangled heart
with every beat
the thorns pierce at the
delicate fiber of my heart
and i can feel the pain
as my heart is dripping blood
inside my tattered flesh
and as the sixty some odd
beats a minute and the
one thousand four hundred fortieth beats
a day the thorns
are stabbing at my heart
but the end of they day
and as i lay down to sleep
my heart slowly beats
and as it stops
it's plan to see that
the thorns of love is
what was killing me
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