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Poetry: Heartache

by Paul Roberts

There's a river that keep rising in this heart of mine

and that river keeps rising with each tear I cry.

Once you told me that you loved me

but that was just a lie, now that river keeps rising with each tear I cry.

There's a wild fire that is burning across this heart of mine

and the flames grow larger with the sounds of your goodbyes,

So this river that was rising will quench the flame so high

and my heart will remember the pain of your lies.

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