Stash The Hurtful Heart To Me Poem by Tori Lizama
Stash The Hurtful Heart To Me
Stash the hurtful heart to me
cut the heart into three
Bleed to death but not in sight
for blood might cause ye to fright
Stop the lying mouth to speak
if so not the blood may leak
Then the blood will make ye se
how it'll always be endlessly
Wipe it up with a cloth so white
then the cloth turned reddish bright
Trapped in a way you can't explain
so ye shall always be a prisioner of pain.
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