1,2,3,4!
1 person, 2 hearts, 3 words, and 4 hands to hold.
I will give my heart to him, in which he shall mold, into pieces, and into parts, he will make us as one, but my heart is fragile, so he breaks it and runs.
So now I am left with no pieces of me and now all I have left is him in my dreams.
He has found someone else and re-counted to 4,
and now he has left my fragail heart sore.
I have tried so hard, very hard, to re-count but I cannot seem to without, him by my side or my happy heart gone.
I thought he was the one, but I guess I was wrong.
1 person, 2 hearts, 3 words, and 4 hands to hold.
Never give your heart away to someone unless they are willing to hold!
By: Syh!
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