Poem -

The broken record

The only 
lesson 
 I have learned 
is that 
everything
was meant 
to burn .
Leaving in 
it’s ashes 
the repeating 
rueful record 
that’s 
always stuck 
on one track. 
Puttering 
out those 
once persistent 
fervent feelings .
 Which makes you 
yearn for her 
in your 
arms again.

But love is just 
like a record .
When it’s broken
you can never truly
get it back
to what it once was.

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