Sticky Heart
Sticky Heart had a sticky heart
let me tell you what that meant she had
Anything that got put in her heart
got stuck, and got stuck bad
Anything that came to Sticky
she let right into her heat
Person, place, thing, she wasn't picky
at least not from the start
She would accept everything and never learn
that a lot of things there would just tear her up
And left to long, they would start to burn
but be stuck, like maple syrup
She would start to panic, and start to tug
at the things lodged and burning like hell
when she eventually removed these things she'd shrug
but she'd removed a bit of her heart as well
Sticky thought her heart just had a defect
so she let nothing else in, nothing new
Now she's waiting, alone, for something that's perfect
that she can love, that loves her too.
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