I have never cried for anyone but you.

If you looked upon me now,

You would see I am broken.

Beaten to the ground,

By emotions dressed in black.

They saw me weakened,

My heart worn on my sleeve.

They beat it to submission,

They made my weakness bleed.

Where does this weakness come from?

My heart used to be strong.

That was, at least, until,

You and your smile came along.

The End

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