Does it ever end?

Try sleeping with a broken heart,

When you close your eyes and wish your soul would depart Into a realm where death is the soul giver.

The heart that felt, now cold as the midnight,

The heart that fell in love with the stranger.

Looking up under the mango tree where she fell and broke her heart.

She gave it a shot of the quarter glass intoxicated in his smell and the gentleman he is.

Where they lay on the grass listening to the melodies the wind brought,

Till the sun made its turn.

Does it ever end?

To be continued. ..

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