Pieces of my heart,

fall hard to the floor.

This thing we must close,

slam it hard like a door.

For far to long,

I have stayed,

And many a night,

I have prayed.

Hoping and waiting,

for the answers to come.

If you are lucky,

maybe you will find some.

Im sorry for it all,

the pain and the lies.

I try my best to be quiet,

through my screams and my cries.

A forbidden love,

is over and broken.

Do not miss me dear,

as I swing here choking.

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