Hearts are made to be broken,
for this is easily done.
Such as the stars shining or the sun rising
and setting at the dusk
Ask the man down the street
"be these cruel words true?"
Ask the widow across the lane
"This be the reason your no longer sane?"
Ask the b*****d in the bar
"is this feeling hollow and stabbing?"
"Aye" they shall answer you in a whispher on the breeze
"But it did nothing but awaken me,
For love is nothing but a cruel illusion, almost like a dream.."
So now you can understand of what and why I speak.
Hearts are meant to be broken,
like glass bottles in the street..
By Silver Pool
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