My heart isn't broken, just missing a piece,
where its tears drip out, then flow upward,
into my mind where my thoughts they wet,
weighing down my soul, with sullen regret.
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Fate intrevenes, baiting me with dangling hopes.
She thinks me but a toy,
and never tires of the game.
My pain is Her pleasure, always the same.
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The Day soaks me up,
the Sun wraps me in warmth.
The Night welcomes me with starry seams,
and the Moon pours comfort into my dreams.
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My heart isn't broken, just missing a piece,
it needs to be whole.
That piece won't stop the flow,
but it will change the tears to joy from sorrow.