Genre – heart break, heart ache, relationship, hurt.
Everyday there is a desire
When will my heart conspire
Against my belief
That love is not a relief
My medulla swore
To fill me with hate
To the core
Just for my sake
Heart is shattered enough
Cannot break me more
I will break down myself
Just embrace my core
Dont come so close
This soul is rusty and old
Not shallow and bold
Still naive and amateur
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