Hijacking my own thread.
Here's something I wrote a couple of days ago:
bought a little glass box today
its empty-it'll always stay that way
yet its for my most prized possession
since now all the baubles pale in comparison
~she told me
here is my heart
here it is now its yours
she gave it to me
said she had little choice
but now she is gone
she had to walk out that door
but her heart is still mine
and i'm keeping it for all time
i hid the box behind some things on a shelf
it'd be too hard to look at all by itself
if i could forget its there i would
if I could forget her....i know i should
~but she said
here is my heart
here it is now its yours
she gave it to me
said she had little choice
but now she is gone
she'll never come back through that door
but her heart is still mine
im' keeping it for all time
i know shes out there-i know she still loves me
but lifes peculiar-i wish we were meant to be
maybe it'll get better with the passage of time
i have to wonder what she did with mine
~because i said
here is my heart
here it is now its yours
i gave it to her
i really had no choice
but now she is gone
had to walk out that door
she still has my heart
sometimes the pain is too hard to ignore