My heart is a grave
Dug deep in my skin
A dark gaping wound
That I filled with him

I held him inside
With utmost care
Not wanting him
To climb out of there

My heart is a grave
Filled with roses of red
I'd sleep with him there
While he cradled my head

He would hush me to sleep
On nights that I'd cry
Touching my hair
He'd answer my 'why's

My heart is a grave
I lie in wait just for him
In peace and in pieces
Leaving a trail to within

My pulse keeps on pounding
When the world stops too soon
Reserved for him only
His place in my tomb

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