There is no satisfaction
For what the heart wants
A wasteful longing awaits
The impossible ending
That love never returned
Strains each nerve
Sinews severed
Not to be the rhetoric
Repeated ad nausea
Pain, heartbreak exists
Still the heart chases
Wants, desires that one soul
Sadly, never to be
There is no satisfaction
For what the heart wants
For wanting is a lonely endeavour
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