It feels finished,
Nothing left.
Crippled,
But once the best.
Empty,
Incomplete.
Once happy,
Now discrete.
Something missing,
Not the same.
When you were here,
I couldn't complain.
But now it's different,
Back to the start.
What I'm feeling,
Like a broken heart.
by veraΒ©
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