Detaching from the memory each day,
Till the day pain of your broken heart goes away,
For when your eyes stop to bleed in vain,
That’s the day you pray to stop the ache.
The journey to unloving begins the day,
When your unsteady heart takes the first hit,
Then you begin to gather your love,
And start bundling it inside a dump.
So, it’s back to being by yourself bane,
Closed heart flinches to open again,
Getting ready for a new life without them,
Waiting for the day you might be rid of the mayhem.
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