I let someone in I shouldn't have,
I have the bruise to prove it.
My heart is waiting for the one who locked it in a chest.
He keeps it with him at all times and never lets me rest,
By telling me that all is well and we will pass this test.
If he were there I would not have faltered,
This battle wound I would not bear.
Yet somewhere else he still stands,
Until he shows he cares.
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