I'd like to pass along a note I wrote to a girl who broke my heart. She cheated on me and left me after we signed a lease to an apartment:
"Your stainless steel heart, like a knife, rips open my soul to bleed, unattended, dying. You call me on the telephone and tell me not to worry. When, oh when will my dying end?"
"Your stainless steel heart, like a knife, rips open my soul to bleed, unattended, dying. You call me on the telephone and tell me not to worry. When, oh when will my dying end?"
