Paper Heart (Twelve)

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Close I feel her breath
So forbidden, wrong
Yet I am dying in desire
Seventeen me
And I don't know who I am
waiting for her lips to tell me
Twelve's lips so close to me
This is wrong
Yet is in my heart
The paper heart she gave me
Her eyes
Her heartbeat over me
Finally the touch
Am I don't care for
Who I am
As I'm melting on that bed
As I lye dying on the floor
As I am yet on that bed
As I lived to live this