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The shape of my heart
is slowly falling apart.
Sometimes I miss you so bad that I can hardly be alone.
So the streets I have to roam.
To find a heart that beats like yours.
With an appealing force.
And eyes made of gold,
that can hold,
my bleeding soul.
I don't have a choice,
I can not live without your voice.
You were beautiful, I was young,
and I melted like ice on your tongue.
How can you let go of your hold?
How can you possebly be so cold?
I fall like the rain in a million peices.
I am broken.
©Matilda Eriksson
is slowly falling apart.
Sometimes I miss you so bad that I can hardly be alone.
So the streets I have to roam.
To find a heart that beats like yours.
With an appealing force.
And eyes made of gold,
that can hold,
my bleeding soul.
I can not live without your voice.
You were beautiful, I was young,
and I melted like ice on your tongue.
How can you let go of your hold?
How can you possebly be so cold?
I fall like the rain in a million peices.
I am broken.
©Matilda Eriksson
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