my heart.A Poem by MoebiaWhere is it?
You weren't supposed to hurt me
you were supposed to make me smile and pick me up I wasn't supposed to cry I was supposed to love you with my heart but it's not here Surely, if you open that trembling hand of yours you will find the bleeding slickness of my organ which you possess Don't drop it; please keep it near, like I keep you near-- I always will.
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4 Reviews Added on February 1, 2014 Last Updated on February 1, 2014 AuthorMoebiaSomebody's Nosy, TXAboutI am no writer of the sort. These are my musings, my arts, my flutters of thought. Call them what you may--but a poet is not anything that I am. I have been immersed in my violin for nearly a deca.. more..Writing
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