Something to save.

I'm a patient heart

disposed of from the start.

The end is here,

it started here.

I waste myself on you.

 

The doctor came with parts

a new cure for your heart.

You asked, "Who's the doner."

I smiled, he told her.

I placed myself in you.

 

There's gears we cannot see,

like old and pointless dreams.

They mean so much to me.

Now you mean everything

to me.

 

We're alive, its after dark.

Kids ghosts play in the park.

A friend is here,

his names not clear.

He died inside of you.

 

Waste the entire day,

shopping for new shades.

You hope it lasts,

by the time we're back,

just to hide from the day.

 

There's things we cannot see.

They're pointless to believe.

We die either way.

There's a name we say.

Its inside of you and me.

 

We die either way,

so you took my name.

We die,

and we pray,

the same.

 

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[Chris]

We've each our own choices to make -- and live with or without.