This blood stained heart
can't give you the love you want.
This blood stained heart
is crippled by my relentless thoughts.
An imbalance in my mind:
scales that keep tipping.
But I'll be just fine;
this heart is still beating.
It's not enough...
living with a crippled heart.
I can't give the love,
and that's tearing me apart.
Copyright 2000 - 2008 21 x 20 Media, Inc. All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media, Inc. All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be
copied / modified in any way.
All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective
companies. Writing.Com is proud to be hosted by INetU Managed Hosting since 2000. Send questions or comments to: support@Writing.Com
[Archive / Links]