My Tormented Valentine

Take a pinch, you will see
The -then holes in your heart, wasn't me.
Examine them, take a look
Them holes you speak of -'tis the only thing I book.
I took your hand, I held you up -despite your agonising pangs.
I caressed your heart, I eased the bleed -yet still you choose to disbelieve,
I note it down, again, again
Still you refuse to let me ease your pain
Those holes are healed, you have to see
The one who did that was only me
Now be honest -look at me
Can you deny me so readily?
I'm your heart, you're my soul
My confused, sweet, tender tormented soul.

~Copyright Ozlem Yikici 14.02.2013