The heart you thought wouldn't ... does mend.
Lovers ... estranged, become friends.
Mental bandaids worn, used as shields,
masks, become cozy blankets,
for life's never ending chills.
The illusion of life as it once appeared,
now altered, is quite clear.
When goodbye comes again,
meet it's pain before it begins.
Cry if you must, but not for long,
for the love and time wasted ...
then move on.
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Beautiful. Just beautiful. I really really like this. Each and every single line is just PERFECT. And the ending has such a fantastic impact. As someone who finds it hard getting over rejections and stuff, this poem really does touch my heart which has, as you rightly say in the start of this brilliant poem, mended each and every time. Beautiful poem, absolutely loved it. Well done ^^
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