The mystery
of life I like the most,
is finding out about love's ghost.
It's not exactly clear its motives,
but once love leaves you, it creates a shadow of
it's own.
It imitates the past in the new, and
plays tricks on you.
Reminding you that you have somehow been
here, done that, with a different
someone. But, in the back of your mind, you
know that its new,
and dismiss the fact that the ghost
of love is warning you not to travel
again in the
Past.
...
Enter Into My Broken Heart
Come
and enter into my broken heart,
which has been torn to pieces and taken apart.
Come and witness the emptiness,
that has been left due to carelessness.
Come and be part of my heart, since there is no-
one else to share it with.
Come and see for yourself, how it is
to live in loneliness.
Come, and enter my broken heart.
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