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i took the ring out of my pocket
the one that was meant for You
i cannot just lock it
away in there to break my heart in two.
the ring was going to stay there
because it was my affection for You
but it was hurting me like the claws of a bear
and i couldn’t bear it making a scar new.
the ring is on my desk
i nailed it right on top
thats where it is, the rest.
the rest i try to lock.
it has my computer
and my book with the notes.
those two, my heart is propped
on the desk where it boasts.
it screams about my love
how i was so enamoured
i just want to shove
the sound like it's slander.
i will keep it there
because throwing away the past,
even with care,
will just make the thought last.