In the depths of despair, where shadows roam,
I nurse a broken heart, a pain I've come to own.
My love, once a fire, now dwindles to a spark,
Leaving me alone in the dark.
She was the muse of my life, a guiding star,
But love's capricious nature, it left a scar.
My homies tried to warn me, to be wary and wise,
But love's enchantment clouded my eyes.
The moments we shared, they felt so divine,
In her embrace, the world seemed to align.
But now, in the aftermath of love's bitter sting,
I'm left with a heartache that echoes and rings.
Her name, once a song in the depths of my soul,
Now it's a painful memory, taking its toll.
I'm haunted by the ghost of what we used to be,
A love that's gone, a painful memory.
My homies, they stand by me, as friends often do,
Offering their support, helping me through.
But in the silent hours when the night is still,
I wrestle with a heartbreak that's hard to heal.
In the end, I'll rise from the ashes of despair,
A stronger, wiser man, with a heart more aware.
Broken hearts, they teach us lessons profound,
In the ruins of love, new strength is found.
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Tales of a Heart
PoetryA heart is such an organ which not only pump blood it's an organ which takes u up on difficult situations
