Split
I tend to shed a tear some time
for a love I wrongly took as mine.
A tender heart so harshly crushed by thee,
so close to split, I'll count to three.
I tend to shed a tear some time
for a man I blindly took as fine.
A fragile heart so fiercely struck by thee,
so close to split, I'll count to three.
Copyright © Victoria Georgieva | Year Posted 2020
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