Worries
Theres a reason I dont wear my heart on my sleeve,
Because just when I think I have something goin on,
They leave,
Break promises,
And never come back,
It worries me,
Every time someone makes a promise,
Chances are they'll get broken,
Intentionally or not,
It seems they always do.
I shake with worry,
And quake with frustration,
At the thought that it'll happen all over again,
My heart will break into a million shards,
And I cant pick up the pieces without cutting myself.
Because just when I think I have something goin on,
They leave,
Break promises,
And never come back,
It worries me,
Every time someone makes a promise,
Chances are they'll get broken,
Intentionally or not,
It seems they always do.
I shake with worry,
And quake with frustration,
At the thought that it'll happen all over again,
My heart will break into a million shards,
And I cant pick up the pieces without cutting myself.
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