Would not, could not, blended all the same.
Hardest was when could and would divided;
With that fateful breaking came the pain.
Time can't touch the part of her still weeping,
Though she doesn't notice every day.
Her heart is safely back within her keeping,
But unlike love, pain never goes away.
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| Gold Teardrop by Anne Marie Zylberman |
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