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This Broken Heart
This heart broken and shattered
With palpitations at bay.
Shan't ride the storm before the morn
For I can't stand the pain.
This nausea, this sickness, the pitiless aches
My lingering illness.
Torments my mind and maddens my brain
She's gone, my love is gone.
To climb and explore,
The high and large elevations, her Everest.
To fly above each somber cloud, the patches hued with gray.
Who will save ye now ?
When left battered and bruised from falling
While lost within your endless bipolarity.
What angel will swoop down from blue skies
And save thee from those rippling tides?
Allow me,
To offer you my broken heart,
And save you the effort of breaking many more.
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