When your tongue is cut out,
You are left with no feelings to feel,
When they are nipped in the bud,
You are left with no heartbreak,
When your heart is smashed again.
This feeling is welcome,
To be lonely and disdain,
To smile a hollow curve,
With tears your best friend.
This loneliness is comfortable,
Your heart strangely at ease,
Darkness welcomes with open arms,
Hope as usual fades away.
A lesson learnt again,
Never bow to love again,
A door never opens,
When the other forces it shut.
Your worth is shown in a minute,
You are wounded again,
Stupid mind laughs as the heart cries uncontrolled,
A minute it took, one choice made,
The realisation comes thundering down,
That you were not even worth ,
To be with someone for even a day.
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