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Spill Your Heart

Spill your heart on me,
Your burdened heart.
The heart shot with a gun,
Loaded with lies and disloyalties.
The heart she shattered and abandoned,
The one that never healed since then.

Burst on me like a water balloon,
Splash me with your sorrows;
How you wish she was still here,
How you wish she was still yours.
The warm cuddles, the tender kisses;
All far gone, all you miss.

Spill your heart on me,
I can be a wall for you.
“Walls have ears.” they say,
And thus I will listen.
Fear not; I’ll keep them to myself,
Walls may have ears but no mouth.

Spill your heart on me,
Your burdened heart.
Burst on me like a water balloon,
And I’ll listen like a wall.
Spill your heart on me,
Spill. Your. Heart.


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