have you ever had one of those moments?
where things are perfect, if only for a second??
I HAVE.
will someone please call a surgeon,
who can crack my ribs and repair this broken heart,
that you're deserting for better company?
i can't accept that it's over...
i will block the door like a goalie tending the net,
in the third quarter of a tied-game rivalry.
so just say how to make it right,
and i swear i'll do my best to comply.
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tell me am i right to think that there could be nothing better,
than making you my bride and slowly growing old together?
don't you feed me lines about some idealistic future--
your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures.
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