Breakup

The memories are too vivid.
Of the days before we split apart.
The day you left a scar on my heart.

The scars are growing livid,
As each though of you appears.
Each one more painful than the last.
And soon I know the pain will hit me,
Full blast.

Before I die,
I hope my heart will fly.
I hope it will release all the,
pain you have caused me.





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