Nothing is real
Nothing to feel
Just burn like a flame
And go out
Where did it all go
Didn’t we have it all
Now it’s all gone
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anuwIoT1l5w
Sometimes she can still feel the dull deep throb.
It’s not regret.
Nor is it anger.
It is a pulsing pain that lives on.
A shadowy form that disappears,
then materializes,
surprising her at the oddest of moments.
It dawned on her…
it lives as a throb,
because it was born in the beat of a broken heart.
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