THE END

papa emmanuel

That year, that month, that day My heart, Trampled on, Broken into pieces, I couldn't recognize myself. My heart in so many fragments, And I had to put them back together?! What an impossibility. The day she told me she was leaving me, The coldness I felt, the fear, the hurt The burns in my eyes, My heart was mine no more. I knew no joy, Everything was another part of the heartbreak. With my bed to comfort in, My silence to console me, My anger to keep me going, The lack of sleep to slap me out of that whole nonsense. I love you and you don't, Life's more than just me and you now, i told myself. Convincing myself I have to move on How hard it was. It was a painful experience Funny I still love you, In another world, Maybe you'll be mine. That year, that month, that day I will never forget, THE END.

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