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A heart of gold

is what I once thought you had.

Now the real you is sinking in,

with the heart of black.

No, wait,

you have no heart.

You lied to me,

you cheated me,

and you hurt me.

My heart?

Well, it's broken.

And it was once the shade,

of a passionate red.

Now it is the tint of pink,

faded from that passionate red.

And will soon fade further,

into nothing.

A passionate red,

now colorless,

lifeless,

loveless.

Like my heart.



~*~ Jill ~*~