Little girl,
When will you learn?
He's broken your heart again.
Why don't you let go?
I know it hurts;
It hurts a lot.
But I don't like seeing you sad.
Please.
Let him go.
If not for yourself,
Then maybe,
For me?
- bee.
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Heart Strings
PoetryPoetry and prose about every little thing in love: The good. The bad. The sweet. The bitter. Cover by: @delinxent
