"quit pulling on my heart strings!" she says to everyone.
a person made of love can only handle so many different angled emotions
my heart is made of glass and i only trust it on one other person's platter
quiet now, it's time to sit back, and forget about all other commotions
sit down and tell me all your troubles
my hearts big enough to hold your stresses
until i take too big of a sip of significance
only then is when my heart truly confesses
i'm only one tiny heart in this soul made up of love
i'll do what i can to balance both worlds of in-between
until i need you to hold my heart strings for me just so
i'll trade you my heart if you promise to save me from the things unforeseen.
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