Broken Heart

A broken heart,

sits all alone.

Accustomed to.

this feeling of stone.

It aches so much,

from all its pain.

Wondering if ever,

it will heal once again.

In all its chambers,

loneliness resides.

Where before it was filled,

with joy inside.

But time it is a healer,

if we let it run its course.

The heart will feel once more,

and beat with loving force.

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