she said “nothing
breaks like a heart” ain’t that the gospel
truth that bittersweet gem plays upon my mind from time to time both of us crying alone where’s the sense in that? for my part I have no illusions great
and terrible moments scar my entire
life but her memory feels like home because
hearts are meant to be broken and I
prefer mine to remain so
yes, I hold a
candle for her still wherever she
may be I grieved for her
presence and a broken heart is an open heart I handed out the pieces like bloody calling cards I must confess I took it hard but I’m over it now more or less I
choose to remember I don’t choose
to regret a broken heart you never
forget
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