Lose..
A martyr of love,
A segment of grief,
The piece of heart,
broken and torn.
With a life, dead,
staring ahead,
headless, heartless..
Broken and mucked up.
Flow of tears,
heedless of time.
Flow of emotions,
heedless of looks.
Is it all I gain?
Is it all I can do?
Is that all,
that can be done?
Yet, I smile..
I have lost nothing.
He,
he has..
He lost a lot.
A segment of grief,
The piece of heart,
broken and torn.
With a life, dead,
staring ahead,
headless, heartless..
Broken and mucked up.
Flow of tears,
heedless of time.
Flow of emotions,
heedless of looks.
Is it all I gain?
Is it all I can do?
Is that all,
that can be done?
Yet, I smile..
I have lost nothing.
He,
he has..
He lost a lot.
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