My Heart

Don’t believe a word I say,

Surely I must lie to you—

And I hope that you lie too.

On my mind you start to weigh,

Leaving me sad and confused—

Ego the salt in my wounds.

My heart pops like a balloon,

Jealously may leave me bruised—

Jealousy tears me in two.

The world must be made of sand,

It melts when you hold his hand—

I am torn because of you.
     DannYetman
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