A mournful heart
Feels regret untame by night, a tear of moment speaks to my heart. A heart made whole seems split apart, it hurts more than the flesh of my finger that cut by a knife. Sitting on the floor and folds my knees the thing I can only hug that night at so tight. I tried to comfort myself and fight as loneliness caught me and pains collide. A bursting voice from cries but I forced tried to keep my mouth shut. A tick of the clock is my companion that night, always tells me 'enough, everything will come to passed.' My head is heavy, thick, but fragile, memories rolling like a thousand times. My nose is stuffy and my eyes got blur, tears that overwhelmed me as being the mouthpiece of a broken heart.
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