There's a sort of beauty in heartbreak, Hear Me Out..
Without it there wouldn't be triumph or even a journey of new found love
A lost void to be filled, the longing of a shattered heart
It aches to be pieced together by another
A longing heart breaks but ever so breathless just wanting to feel warm and connected
Protected like no other to beat ever so fiercely, pouring out a love that is fulfilling
A strong broken heart will always love fiercely
A weak wounded heart will need more patience that's tender and slow
So love fiercely for a strong broken heart but ever so gently and slow for a weak wounded heart
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Monique Natasha Green
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