Never was she looking for; again
But yet again, came her way
In a new & improved disguise
How our hearts yarn
How our hearts burn
How our hearts morn
How our hearts learn
Still wiping fresh tears of a wounded heart
To see another weep on her behalf
To be treated as a princes instead of tart
Surprised, confused or overwhelmed
How our hearts plead 2nd chances
How our hearts plead to be loved
How our hearts try believing, in again
How our hearts forgets another's pain
dedicated to my dearest friend birdy
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