Why must that heart shaped stone pose upon my window payne? Stand there. Stay there. Be there. Remind me of the pain. I see it in the morning and the darkness of the night, even in the deepest black it shines there like a light. I see the day you found it, you were there and me ! With patriotic smiles you shook me like the sea. That walk along the beach was bliss and heaven like, there you held my hand and grasped my heart so tight...
But abruptly you let go and awake me from my slumber. You picked up that stone found among the clutter. Down you gazed into your hand at your precious find...then. You gave it to me. Your heart. Your love. The stone. Happier then ever I took that stone home. And placed it. Stood it. Posed it upon my window payne. Then the badness came and your darker colours show through. You beat kicked and broke things...including me too. The happy times soon faded my heart felt so mis-leaded. I wish for just one second I seen that evil glare in your eye. But now in all alone an you? Well who knows where! All I know that now is I will never be the same. Because now that all inhale is a broken heart posed on my window payne.
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