its power is unseen
until its torn apart
its strength turned clean
it doesnt relize what it can do
what its capible of
its impossible to
get over lost love
it'll find its place in time
i'll take control again
a gentle chime
can tame what it's been
but what its become
what it can be
is the section of love
hate, greed, and envy
i'll be me again soon
it will no longer hurt
come the full moon
the pain will devert
u see the heart
doesnt know its powers...
until its torn apart.
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