I
heard you, little broken heart,
Like
shattered glass against a wall!
From
the darkest corridors you call –
Sadness
lingers in my soul, so sad!
And
there is nowhere to start . . .
Remembering
the love you once had.
The
room is still just before dawn
These
memories are tearing me apart,
I
heard you, little broken heart –
(As
I lie here all alone)
Never
another love like hers, dear soul,
And
now this pain only I know!
Thomas Theophilus© November 29, 2025

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