It's happening again...
it must be getting taken.
Someone must be stealing it.
With grace,
with ease,
with tender hands—
my heart is craddled in the chest of a man.
With tears,
with ache,
with lightings quake—
his love will only make me bitter and fake.
How much more truth could one want?
One day, love,
you're gonna be all I wish I never asked for.
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