Tag: broken heart
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Mr. Houdini

My heart, your willing assistant, in this vanishing trick. Was it love I felt, or love’s reflection? A prince come to shatter my walls, to prove love could still be real. Perhaps only the idea of you was. You left behind a broken heart and the echo of a moment too tender to last. The…
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Effortless

And maybe it’s tragic, maybe it’s me, that I’d take the ache and call it love. That I’d drink the poison just to taste you again.