We were walking along, alone.
And you handed your heart to me
Oh no, I said, I’d better not take it.
But something in your eyes
And in your lips
And in your hands
Told me that I needed it.
So I did.
But somehow
In my infinite clumsiness
I dropped your heart in a mud puddle
And walked all over it.
I apologized over and over and over-
I told you I shouldn’t have taken it.
You insisted you were fine,
Just picked up your hear
And tucked it in your jacket.
And I ran. Far.
Of course, someone else came along
And though it surprised me,
You gave your heart to her.
So my question is
Do you not care for me
Because I dropped your heart
Or
Because she holds it now?
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