I buried my heart long ago,
worried that it would
be broken by someone.
It was in grave danger
of being destroyed
so I hid it for safe keeping.
I stopped believing in love
because love didn't
believe in me.
Romance became a ghost
of my former life,
an apparition of the past.
I, too, can relate; forty-one
I, too, can relate; forty-one years ago, tomorrow, the great romantic crisis of my life happened, and took almost nineteen years to get over. People who (as my parents and several friends did) dismiss these events as minor have never every had to suffer through them.
Starward
Yerp
Can relate
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