tender is the pain- taking all thats left

hard, these times are,

he takes his innocent fingers to mold them around a tired heart

i can feel the pulsating symphony radiating from his finger tips

he steps back, forgetting to let go, taking my heart within his hands

 

tender is the pain- taking all that is left of me

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