No other love

I left my heart in Paris.    
I left it there so you wouldn’t find it.                      
so you wouldn’t even think to find it there.
I left my heart in Paris
so I wouldn’t have to lie to you again
when you asked me for it. 
You can’t find it there.  
No-one can.
I wont write you love letters.
Not anymore.
Please understand,
None of this is meant for you.
Not anymore.
Please understand.
Everything has an expiration date. 
 
 
 

Yours truly,

Painted Shadow.

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