Interment of the broken heart

Ablaze by hundreds of flames,
thoughts dance back into a memory lane,
oh! how these traitors, were once my mates,
a billion moments in a broken frame.

With prejudice held in my crashed heart,
that once claimed a thousand arch's,
a beautiful celebration of happy thoughts,
now burn in misery and pain.

And in the midst of all these loops,
lie pieces of what once were my hopes,
shattered into shards of glass,
its an interment of my broken heart.

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