It started with little drops
Like that of a drizzle
He slipped into me slowly
Until it became a storm
He picked up the pieces of my heart
That looked like flour
And baked it in an oven
He baked my heart finely
And topped it with icing
All of a sudden
He picked up my heart
I stood staring at him
He held it like a piece of rag!
He let it fall
Suddenly he stepped on it
Like a boot on a cockroach
Slowly, my heart was shattered
Then at last it went cold
And the love was buried
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