Steady breath calm and slow
Who knows where my path may go
Repairing the common heart cold
The heavy lust of sex
Reminds we’re all not perfect
Mind suffers from mixed emotions
The heaviness of my chest continues hoping
Enticing stares and odd pairs, Everyone is coping
Am I falling into a endless cycle
As people come and go
My soul continues to grow
Wondering why
Unkept secrets, repeated lies
As the time flies by
Mourning a loss
Self- respect the cost
Memories will no longer sting
I am going good luck
Thank you for breaking us
I found a better love
No worries No broken trust
Endless love melting from within
Learned to be my own best friend
I release us
This is finally the end.
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