I wear my heart on my sleeve
Cause I believe
That if they truly care
Then they would never dare
To take a shot at me
To hurt anything they see
In my heart
And how I can be easily taken apart
My heart will stay right on my sleeve
Until you can conceive
The pain I’m willing to endure
To have you all in my arms forevermore
Silver Moon Poetry
Poetry is what gets lost in translation ~Robert Frost~
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