Heartbroken love is a bitter pill,
A storm that rages, a chill that kills,
It's a pain that cuts so deep,
A wound that never seems to heal or sleep.
It's a love that's lost, a dream that's gone,
A memory that lingers on and on,
A heart that's shattered, a soul that's bruised,
A love that's mourned, a future refused.
It's a hurt that no words can express,
A sorrow that's hard to address,
A love that's turned to ashes and dust,
A bond that's broken, a trust that's lost.
It's a feeling that weighs heavy on the heart,
A love that's torn apart,
A love that's been left in the dark,
A pain that leaves a lasting mark.
Heartbroken love is a bitter lesson,
A hurt that's hard to overcome,
A love that's lost its essence,
A goodbye that leaves one numb.
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