An Aching Heart and Its Remedy
This is that kind of pain
that time could never heal;
no years could ever change
the scars it inflicted on me
This is that kind of ache
that no pill could ever heal;
nothing could numb its pain
and bring my heart back to me
This is that kind of distress
that no drug could ever heal;
no serum could bring me peace
the way my soul used to be
This is what you left me when you broke my heart
But it is also you and only you who could fix it back
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Metaphors Beneath the Riptides
Poetry"Your I-love-you was like a scribble in a sand- At first it was there then next it was not" Metaphors beneath the Riptides An Anthology By Eos Pleuvoir 2020 Cover Made with Canva
