Heart long poem

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It beats a beat
A wounded beat
You’ve stolen it
Without knowing it
It cries out loud
So very loud
if only you would hear it out
It craves your presence
You’ve found another
So it seeks another
It wants your love
All your love
But all you do is love some other
It screams a rhythm
A broken rhythm
You’ve caused it pain
So much pain
It bleeds for you
Only you
If only you would see the truth
It beats a beat
A wounded beat
You’ve stolen it
Without knowing it
It cries out loud
So very loud
If only you would hear it out

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