Broken Heart
And of course we were together for a mere one year,
I thought I knew everything there was to know,
everything there was to love.
Everything between you and I, shattered.
The dark charcol sketches were forming
deep in the night
faces were drenched in tears,
anger built within turned into bursts of hate
drawn deep into my sketchbook of memories.
Memories filled with you
but now my book is closed,
because now we are just a mere memory.
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