My heart it burst into flames,
The moment you said
You love him,
The pieces,
And all that was left,
Were all turned into ashes.
This heart, although it beats
Beats only for you,
Has found emptiness
And fear and sorrow,
That trying to be sleeping,
Would seem like dreaming,
Dreaming with a broken heart.
And I’d be damned if I see,
Your face smiling
Right back at me,
Or your hands holding mine,
As we blankly pass the time.
And if this goes on everyday:
My heart aching,
His name you’re speaking,
Then I guess I will have to let my heart
Falter,
Until all that’s left
Are not ashes nor fire,
But remnants of yearning,
And caring and loving,
Until you see,
That solace you needed,
Was all in me.
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