sticks and stones will break my bones,
but names will never hurt me,
the heart has no bones, but I feel
it breaking,
they say however the long the night is,
the dawn will break but i dont think so,
i'm still in the dark, the sun isn't shining
i hate it,
my heart is torn and sored
sorrowed by the son she bore
but i won't cry over spilt milk
kokila, the bird of spring,
why do you sing,
you love provoking song,
when he is gone, gone and gone forever,
only his memories left
sleep is reconcling, so i will stay indoors,
hold his pillow tight just to feel his cologne,
to dream of the love and rest,
wake up knowing the dream has passed,
to trust an unknown good,
to hope but all will be in vain.
BLEEDING HEART.
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