Thinking of my lovely lass ❤️

Could it be possible to change the way they feel ?

When shattered shards are smashed into smithereens

And there isn’t any rules left to break or mend, with nothing left to justify the means...
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Will one ever be able to love life again ?

Whilst wounds within one’s soul stabs splinters of pain

Flooding like a waterfall and leaving a saturated stain

Amidst that darkness of that dreadful, doomed wax and wane
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How can one gain back control ?

From that fragmented fracture that is no longer whole

As it lies crippled and crumbled closed up inside

And all one wants to do is run away and hide

But Oh behind yon broken heart is a beautiful mind