Hardest times
passionate crimes
hearts hung high and low
an emotional eb and flow
befell the pieces of what use to be
all were parts of my heart you see
commiting all and soul oath
to kneel down and betroth
all the sweetest things have died
i don't know how hard i've tried
i look back and think if it ever mattered
my world of glass, now shattered
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