You drew memories in my mind,
I could never erase.
You painted colours in my heart,
I could never replace.

Nostalgia runs,
Through my brain.
When I remember how,
You threw my heart down to the drain.

Wet pillows dry,
But only after a cry.
A heart first heals,
Later it conceals…

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