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a poem about a broken heart |
| Tell me what will you do? When the day and the night feels the same to you Will you cry in your bed? Or scream at the wall instead? And, every smile that you paste on your face Will run away in a second, without a trace, Then you will curse your self Slam your fist the against the wall Maybe tell yourself it had been pride That had come before your fall. When it’s dark in the night You won’t feel quite right And your poor little broken heart Will be torn apart But you won’t cry Won’t think why Because the sorry thing knows how to break itself and then repair, Maybe just a little so at least you can get in some air, If every second of your day, Felt like hope’s dying ray Then tell me will you cry out your eyes Or maybe just live with comforting lies. by Domino. |