Heart of Glass
My heart remains on my sleeve
The same heart that is in your teeth
My skin remembers your fingertips
Your taste is still on my lips
You quickly came, and quickly went
I’ll never know what all this meant
It seems like ages ago, the day we died
Still, you have my heart, and my pride
All wounds are said to heal in time
But you have yet to fall off my mind
And I find myself spending every day
Keeping your memory out of the rain
Do I dare be so bold to ask
How you melted my heart to glass
I could be grateful or equally sad
To lose the best thing I never had
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