Cry

I'm sure you'd cry if u lost her
But would you smile if you got me
I would
My feelings for you are like a deflictified boomerang
I throw them away softly
And they come whipping back at me in a rage
And stab straight into my pulsating heart
causing it to beat for you and at your will
Which means it beats once, and no more,
Whenever I come close to dying
That beat,
That one weak beat,
gives me hope
like finding the last piece of candy
in a near empty bag