Boulevard of broken hearts
I lost my heart two years ago - I gave it all away.
It was love, I knew, I swore it so: at least that's what I told myself.
Our love was strong as iron, incorruptible as the platinum of the band that he proposed with. We built from these foundations a winding concrete path, secreting all the treasures that we bore within our breasts, the gifts of time, our fledging love, as it leaped, it soared, took flight.
But then we saw the pavement, was not at all that smooth, for despite our good intentions, the cracks tore through us, tore right through.
The arguments were like a lava stream, igniting benevolent skies.
But no passionate flood is self-sustaining, however true its plea, for all at once, the summit imploded ,and all our love dripped through.
There it congealed upon the floor, now void of all devotion, for when I gave my heart away, who knew it not to be that irrevocable love, but cruel blind charity.
I walk now along that boulevard, and though the cracks do show, my feet run smooth on cobblestones, for in them beats my vibrant heart, now whole in majesty, forever now for me.
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