It's funny how we all can say:
'Everything is A. ok.'
When really there's a broken heart,
Once so whole, now torn apart.
We try push our worries away,
When really they just want to stay.
Although we ignored them from time to time,
Well, that doesn't make it all fine.
It only takes a tiny thing,
And with it the good memories it brings.
But the good can also lead to the bad,
The ones that make you damn right sad.
I wish there was a cure for this,
Leaves us all in quite a tiff.
These upsetting nerves I'll have to shake,
The symptoms my friend, bad heartache.
(Fictional)
by veraΒ©
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