Needle

December 26, 2019

When I fell in love, I was pricked by the needle in my heart

Every day it just went deeper and deeper

Now, the needle is through my heart

I bled love until I was cold.

But the hope kept me warm a bit longer

Says you will whisper in my ear that you loved me.

I'm cold!

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