She thinks she’ll probably die today,
A little, anyways, inside;
For he’ll go on his merry way
While she is left there to decide
How to dispose of love’s remains,
The home for which she’s grieving still:
She thinks she’ll probably cry today
And heaven knows
She will
To share is human:
It hurts so inevitably much and it does feel as close to death as a living person with a broken heart could come. Touching, deep words. Beautifully written.
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