To the one with half a heart
Perhaps, maybe smaller pieces
Those who've given some to all
With aching , that never decreases
Once to live with only one
convinced of no one other
Now the pain of conscience split
With two , and one another
Why to test , what was rare
A love that was so pure
Fragments now, of broken hearts
Scattered and shattered for sure
Is there a remedy , meant to heal
To quench and release this sorrow
Well, maybe hearts are meant to break
And love a gift to borrow......
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