10 April 2010

A short stanza of indescribable emotions.

How much would it cost
to repair this broken heart?
Because there is no amount of money I could pay
to refrain me from feeling so lost.
I want so badly to believe that my songs weren't just a perish of your time,
because I have wasted so much ink and effort on you,
but I guess it was true when people said you were so extremely self-centered,
because you left me feeling nothing but used.

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