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I heard the glass shattering,

My hearts breaks when he said goodbye,

With a kiss,

The last kiss.



I felt my heart aching

The tears that flow down my cheek.

My last tears,

For this man.



I tasted the bitter-sweetness,

Lingering on the tip of my tongue.

More than sadness,

My heart cries.



I smelt the muskiness,

In the stillness of the 2am air.

Not refreshing,

Just disheartening.



I saw my very reflection,

In the mirror of sorrow.

Heartfelt loneliness,

Everlastingly.