The Curious demise of tainted hearts, bruised and broken, Is the Bitterness from the Absence, of words never spoken. It’s true that caustic words uttered, an entire heart to devour, are not as powerful as Ambiguity in the Unsettling hour.
This Humanistic need for closure, left many a broken-hearted, Ended many a romances, where none should’ve ever started. And scours the Soul of the wounded when the two have parted, A mist of spirits not quite free, those lonely lovers martyred.
Take all the chances, availed to you, to express your Passion. And if it still must die, end the Love in a delicate Fashion. Say all that you can, while the other lends the Ear of Compassion. So later you may sleep with Angels, instead of Regrets Passing.
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