To give away something
As precious as one’s heart.
To give it away completely
Is such a foolish start.
And yet I did, the fool that I am.
To a lovely being out there.
And blinded by love you couldn’t
Give it proper care.
And so I had to walk away
It’s self-preservation, you see?
My heart needed time to repair
And with you there constantly
Right beside me, holding me,
It would’ve been too hard.
As hard as finding a single hair
On a paper that’s pitch dark.
I blame you not for anything.
You musn’t feel so bad.
Every story has an ending.
And our one was sad.
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