A broken heart,
Falls to darkness, never meant to mend.
A broken heart,
Gone to despair, has already met its end.
A broken heart,
Such a waste, for all the love it gave.
A broken heart,
With such potential, took it all to its grave.
A time of sadness,
Without end, plagues the mind and soul.
A time of sadness,
With no pity, gladly collects its toll.
Two to start, one to finish,
And one never again will rise.
Two to start, one to finish,
Love is just despair in disguise.
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