BrokenMature

I pick up the pieces of my broken heart,
Shattered on the floor like glass.
I put them in a little box,
And hope this pain will pass.

So many times this has happened,
I begin to wonder if it’s really worth the time.
I cry alone at night,
And wonder if you ever were truly mine……

This pain I feel…
It continually rips me apart.
Is this really real?
I feel as though I no longer have a heart.

I loved you,
And still very much do.
But you’ve broke my heart,
And I’m afraid that won’t do.

You were my everything,
How can you do this to me?
All I ever wanted,
Was for it to be you and me……

The End

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