An exquisite pain, ripping but gentle,
So quiet, tiptoeing it’s way through my soul;
So powerful, it became my handler
I’m undercover, playing a happy role.
A snake in my heart, hissing away
My smiles, my joy and my triumphs;
And hearing it whisper, I tumble and sway
Between fire and a den of lions.
A torture so fine, familiar tasting,
Heartbreak, we are long-time friends.
Yet, now I see all the time I’ve been wasting,
All the moments I saw through a sepia lens.
Heartbreak, let go. I’ve learnt my lesson.
I see the truth where the ruins lie.
I let go of this self-destructive obsession.
Heartbreak, bye-bye.
Heartbreak, bye-bye
© Copyright: Дина Светлая, 2020
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