Be still, my breaking heart.
The beating died off long ago-
Flatlining and biding the time that's left,
Before my cheeks no longer glow.
For broken hearts kill hundreds still,
Despite such loathsome remedies,
For mending the pain of a love misplaced,
As finding bright sides to tragedies.
The wanderlust of being alone,
Holds no place within my soul.
For nothing can replace the mirth,
Which I found in those eyes that made me whole.
Such misery that fills me now,
In accepting my fate of solitude-
In knowing you'll never love me how,
I've always loved you and always knew,
You'd never look at me the way
I've always looked at you.

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