This hearts have hurt
This hearts have loved like there is no loving
They have perfected the art
Of being there and pushing on
Despite being pushed away
Still, their love has been crumpled
Like a piece of worthless paper
This souls have believed in being there for each other
Given their all, their being and every frame of them
Have been pushed with mixed signals further and further
But continued to love like there is no tomorrow
Growing a flame despite the strong winds
This bodies have given themselves up
Continued to sacrifice for that course
Refusing to give up even when empty is the cup
bearing marks of the continued force
Till now,
Finally, the love is gone...
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