Broken
As she lays in bed,
the love of her life is on her head.
All the times they shared
and how much she cared.
What is she to think
when he was gone in a blink?
The love is dead and gone
and she is only left with a broken bond.
She just lies there and cries
and her little broken heart slowly dies.
She is alone
unable to bring another man in her comfort zone.
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