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 © | Year Posted 2020

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November 26, 2020 at 2:17 AM
All we can do in life, is do our best and give as much of ourselves as we can until there's nothing left. We're not to blame for loving purely and being ourselves. They're the wrong. The pain we feel from lost love is like water to a plant. We grow from it. Stay strong, everything will be just fine.
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November 11, 2020 at 1:43 PM
Shed as much as you feel... deeply emotive poem..
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