A Rendition Of The Broken Heart

Why was I hurt by the steam of phrases?

The broken heart just went out of places

I slept each night with tales of truth and lies

The clock had moved round counter-clockwise

I wish it could have been dealt more wisely

Before it walked up to the grave so untimely.

People grow and turn old

Maturity is something which comes untold

I quite understood your deep pain

Every tear of the hidden domain.

Hope we shall meet one day

And take all that bitterness away.

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