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“I.V.”
These few words I will write
About a crumpled up boy and his crumpled up life
Thrown out, left to collect dust
Capturing the moisture and beginning to rust
He’s left with nothing he can care about
Leaving the most important of words out
Love
Trying to find answers in an empty box
Losing the directions and changing the locks
The ship is sailing out and he’s still on the docks
Love
Tears fuel the fire in the heart that’s burning
Tears provide the light in the eyes that’s shining
Finding the words that can make a heart sing
These few tales I will tell
About a crumpled up boy and the heart he’s trying to sell
Cheaply, to be rid of the pain
Of creasing the chambers making cracks for the rain
To pour, inside and water down blood
Leaving him a victim of the flood
Of love
Taking him hostage and performing torture
Becoming a disease for which there is no cure
Resurrecting a heart and making it pure
Love
Wiping off every tear that runs down his face
And dressing his heart in a blanket of lace
An intravenous drip of humility and grace
Love
Opening up his crumpled up heart
Love
Injecting some sugar if it is still tart
Love
Hitting another bulls eye when it thrown its dart
Love……
Love……
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