Sunday, 28 February 2010

the hole in my heart

a little worm, inside my chest
gnaws away, after you say
i love you

he nibbles and nips,
and chips away
until i wonder if you really mean what you say
or if you won't change your mind in the next moment

so, i know you get tired of saying it
but please realise each time it gets eaten a bit
so i'm always low on i love you

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