I was once found by woman, I was alone and hurting, mending the parts of a heart broken by another. She took my hand and showed me how, She won my heart, She won my love, I guess she tired of it, I really don't know, But again I am alone and hurting, Mending the parts of my rebroken heart. Was it really worth being found? Being lost is safer
Reason for writing:
Not really much of a poem... but I had to get it off my mind
So much pain and nothing really heals it.
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