Time
She mends a broken heart. It’s what the old hands utter. I say, beware when she lures you a head start; Take a wrong foot forward; you’ll be in deep water. She was my friend Before she left me in vain, waiting. Now, she is my worst nightmare; Draining my hopes chasing after her. If you'd give me love to last forever, I will value you from January to December. I will renew my vow weekly; To show an act of grace each day. Make up for the lost moments you owed me; Be fair, and I will use you wisely, I would extend a helping hand without delay; Being a blessing every single jiffy.
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