Flatline

...Home is were your heart is...

Not so true

when my heart truly

Resides wit u

So how do I live

Or love

Without my heart

Close by

I

Don't so

slowly

I flat line

Im hooked up

To.machines

Until I can live again..

On auto pilot..

Waiting for my heart to

Return home

Breathing slowly

Try to catch hold

When my heart is near

But it slips from my grip

and out comes a

Tear I fear

So I show no emotion

It not my fault

I can't help whom

My heart has chosen

So I deal and try to

Understand

While my body

Drains

Until I feel like im going insane

Luckily for my heart im strong

I've lived longer without it...

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