Wasted evenings waiting for you
A wasted heart longing for you
Mine is a muscle with an erratic beat
It thumps harder for many men, and slows for few
But you, you made it stop.
The last time we met you said you loved me thrice,
Each word in my memory a tear on my cheek,
Please, god, let me win back my love,
And heal my broken heart.
As each day passes I cry for you, one day I will see you,
You will be holding hands with Him, kissing Him, as we used to,
On that day I shall mend my broken heart.
By filling it’s vacant hole with sharpened steel.
And I will prove my love for you.
On my arms there will be carved your name,
On my cheeks, tearstains that never leave will show your fame,
And my heart will be whole, the cold steel heart, not pumping for any man
And God will pity me.
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