Or Take Me There

the sun pours over like a wave
feeling as good as they say
they told me to nurse your broken heart
but you say:
take take take or go to hell
take take take or take me there
but dont
dont touch my heart
(my heart, my heart)

the leaves cast shadows on my skin
taking the sunlight in
they told me to nurse your broken heart
but you say:
take take take or go to hell
take take take or take me there
but dont
dont touch my heart
(my heart, my heart)

the breeze hits smooth across my face
holding your hand, i cant replace
this moment for any other
but you say:
take take take or go to hell
take take take or take me there
but dont
dont touch my heart
(my heart, my heart)

poem by Sarah Cotnam
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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