Changes of the heart
I put my trust in a love i thought would always be there. Even when I felt as if i didn't care oh how unaware I was in belief he had in me. The time we shared scared and alone I was in this sinking ship; I kept putting holes through bottled up wood word work and hadn't seen the pain and disbelief in his eyes as I grieved my pained carpet stains. Spilling only buckets of excuses to maintain the courage to smile, all the while broken pieces of my windows piled up beyond the help of a mop. Band-aids a friend to my fingers indeed but the bleeding never stopped the beating of my heart for you until i found a broom.
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