A heart in love is like,
a buldge in a high wall,
whose breaking comes suddenly,
in an instant.
Run, flee from it my dear,
it will destroy you.
A broken heart will eat at your soul,
piece by piece.
That's why it's called falling,
you don't mean to, you just do.
And that's what your friends are there for.
You can call on them in the dead of the night,
crying in agony,
and they'll listen.
they'll understand.
And thay'll stretch out they're shoulder and let you cry on them.
Don't worry, my dear friend.
It happens to the beat of us.
And once you break, you'll learn to bend.
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This is one of my favorites.
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