Between The Ribs

All that’s left is memories:
Not a single spark of light.
Lose myself in dreams of you,
For another sleepless night.

The post-show where I bend knee
And ask with all my heart
For your hand, for all of my life;
The dream ends. We’re apart.

There’s no balm to soothe this itch,
The wound that’s turning black:
Take your dagger from my side
And give me my heart back.

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