They Don’t Make em’ Like They Used To
Tough Guy
It keeps you connected,
makes you fall in love.
It breaks when rejected,
our heart pumps more than blood.
🩸
Delivers emotions,
pulls you in, builds you up.
Promises true devotion,
our heart pumps more than blood.
🩸
It swoons and it swells,
even when drug through the mud.
Feels anguish and aches,
our heart pumps more than blood.
🩸
It’s stronger than you imagine,
protects you even from yourself.
Holds onto every last memory,
our heart pumps more than blood 🩸
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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