My heart is rolling down a
lane,
Fallen from me who watches.
It tips over in a dark drain,
And spills through the notches.
Down the street I see my soul,
Different than just before.
It almost looks as if it’s whole,
Next to that man on the floor.
Blood is pouring very
quick,
From the man to my heart.
Then we hear a simple “click”,
For he has found his missing part.
My heart is rolling down a lane, Fallen from me who watches.
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Jan 8, 2012 12:53am
