Come forth my lovely shovel
Let us dig some hurt and grime
From the annals of tormented love
Where was that one who stabbed my heart?
Where was this other that broke it apart?
What about that one that kissed me mid town
What about the other that put me down?
One of these shall cause a fire
One of it may burn my soul
If not then let me scribble a few lines
Bury it back, into the grave where they roll
Between you and me, we have done this over
And again
Yet somehow my darling darling shovel
You seem to find the time, to still clink
When you hit the treasure chest of my hurt.
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