In the dark corner of my room,
Head buried in my shaky hands,
Heart aching in agony in my chest,
In a frantic attempt to stand guard of my heart.
Idle tears colour my face,
Strolling down soft apples,
Of my now burning cheeks,
Is this the forever we promised?
Ooh,
I would have loved you,
How you would have loved,
To be cherished and loved by me.
Now, my heart is no longer mine,
I am too damaged to give affection,
And too broken to receive it either,
Frankly, love is one hell of a low one.
Prince Diaries
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