Thump, Thump, Shh
"Why must love feel like a heart attack"?
Some may say
Causing our hearts to sputter one final beat
Thump, thump, shh
Different types of love lause different types
Of heart attacks
Whether it be
Broken heart,
Something close to the heart, etc.
Causes a heart to sputter one final beat
And then
Thump, thump, shh
Many mourn over broken heart, but
To mourn is like standing in a morgue
Thump, thump, shh
They feel an invisible hand reach through their chest and constrict their heart beyond recognition
Thump, thump, shh
Such pain brings a flood of tears and they Feel "i am drowning in the deep abyss of my tears"
Feeling their heart
Thump, thump, thump
Thump, thump
Thumpthumpthump
Thump, thump, shh
We may not be perfect
I know for a fact I'm
Not perfect,
Most won't accept people
Who aren't perfect,
Will you take me as i am?
Thump, thump, shh
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