Just some leftover words.
Try as I might to quiet the butterflies in my heart
They still speak to me, sussurously
Wanting to forgive you and move past you in the same breath
Wanting to rid my body of your beguilement
But I'll be the first to attest to the fact
That a broken state of mind is much harder to fix
Than a broken heart
A broken heart can be mended with a
little tender love and care
But a reckless train of thought is too dangerous
To set free on open land
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