A Red Beating Piece

He stole my heart

No, I give it away

Day by day

I want him to stay

And will we,

Never separate apart.

He is my love

Yet I am in pain

He is the best

Yet my heart aches

But can’t I

Resist him?

That piece, that piece…

He supposed to protect

A living piece,

Not supposed to neglect

Still beating but

Already broken.

Call me insane,

Tell me I’m crazy.

What else can I do?

I am numb…

I am lost,

Am I missing?

My life, my red beating piece

Is bleeding…

And already dying!

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Updated: November 26, 2011