Heart Surgery

Cut you out of my heart?
How can I imagine doing that?
My heart is you, you are my heart

You are in every part
From the first to the last
From the finish to the start

From the pulse throbbing through each vein
Till the very last drop of blood to remain
Each heartbeat sighs your name over again

Cut you out of my heart?
If only it was easy as that
You are impossible to live without

But you act as if you could not care less
My life without you is meaningless
I have to operate to clean up this mess

I never want to cry, never be hurt again
Never lose sleep, never risk going insane
Once and for all cut out the unbearable pain

Cut you out of my heart?
Take a scalpel, slice my chest apart
Grab my beating heart, cut it clean out.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2019.

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