My Heart

October 3, 2009
Each time I fix it, it always breaks again.
Pain and love never end.
Tears shedding in my heart.
But yet, I still love you, you make me loveless.
Broken hearts, constant sewing.
You seem to love her, but yet not me.
For years you knew me were three.
You think of me as a sister.
When will I find my love?

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