my heart was broken...
once before.
will you be the one to
mend my broken heart,
and dreams back together?
shall you stop them
from brakeing even more?
stop the pain of the last of
my hope fadeing away?
or...
has my heart
been made not to
be mended back
together,
with my dreams...
because you will
leave me here,
here where the
pain comes.
every time the
little bit of hope
i have left has
threatend,
to abanden this
broken soul of mine...
i need you now more
than ever,
i hope you will mend
these broken things of mine...
Thomas.
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