Runaway Heart
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Home is where my heart is
What if am heartless , does that make me Homeless?
A blanket of loneliness emitting hopelessness
Like Davie Jones , it was locked in a box
Like a thief you stole it and listened to its rhythm like a stethoscope
My life was spiced up and tasted like Ketchup
Lost in wonderland as you took my hand and looked into my eyes
It short lived like sand in an hour glass
Reality played its role as the drama started to unfold
Now its just a soliloquy
Eyes blinded like a walk in the sand storm
Caught in the eye of a hurricane
My heart has been taken hostage
Lost like a sailor without a compass
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