By Damien Knight
My heart is frayed fabric
I waited for love to stitch me
My soul is damaged, heart sick
I missed her so, it blinds me
What do I do confronted by fears
I don’t want to be alone
I desperately want her here
How my heart loves her
I know what I want to do
Is it the right thing?
I fight for love that is true
All I wanted was to be her king
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