Tear stained pillows
Wet mattress
Burnt out candles
Dead roses
Ripped up letters
Broken knickknacks
Strewn across the room
Broken hearted lovers
Each in their own world
Begging for the pain
To stop soon
Wishing they hadn’t said things
Words so hurt filled
Able to cut so deeply
Jagged tongue lashing out
Tears down an angry face
Till all that’s left is a broken heart.
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