Broken Hearted Love
It's the kind of love
That you know, is really love
Whatever means it has to it,
Burned, Torched, Played with,
Cut with a knife, Ripped into piece.
It may be broken love, but the point is its still love,
This hearts broken but its glued back together for now.
The pieces can always fall apart, but you can always glue them back.
One day God may bless you and sow the pieces back together the way
before it was broken heart ed, but the same love remains.
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