You fill a glass full of water,
And it spills over the brim.
I did the same thing.
I fell for them.
Looked at me,
Invited me into their heart.
Then started breaking me,
Part by part.
Beautiful,
Like a sparkling river.
Then became a flower,
Starting to wither.
I once was loved,
More than you think.
Then, broken,
I started to sink.
~!~Ana
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