The Cycle
She is beautiful in her awkwardness
Armed with a tired smile
Foolishly believing in good all the while....
Broken hearts her path has trodden
Time foolishly mended what should have not been forgotten
'Whatever does not kill me' her philosophy
Or is it just a desperate plea?
An excuse to punish her own delicate soul
Hoping this sadistic ritual we will never know
'I will fix him someday'
That's what we all say.
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