Remnant Of A Broken Heart lll

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I'm sorry, that my heart is a slow learner!

Slowly learning through this phase,
what i failed to know, was a lustful maze,
that felt as if we had found the one in one another.
But then i began to see your true colours,
Painting off that honeymoon face.

You said you loved me from the bottom of your heart.
That you put nobody's heart but mine there.
Little did i know, your heart was an abyss burning with kerosene.
Now to the waters of lethe i sprinkle the ash that's left of me.

Moon28 Qoute

Hell is not a place, hell is other people, with the lack of love.

Jhené Aiko

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