Broken Love
Had our moments and our times
No more understanding; communicate like mimes
Such decayed affection
Creating so much tension
Every action becomes the new conflict
Once a lover; now a convict
No longer solutions, only problems remain
No more love, only pain
Chaotic love stories come to life
No more plans of being your wife
Life just seems so confused and blurred
My thoughts about you become so slurred
Possibilities of our love become deceased
The monsters of a broken heart are unleashed
Perhaps it was meant to be this way
Maybe life is supposed to lead you astray
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