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Band aid on My Heart

I try to fix,

My broken heart,

With band aids and sticky tape.

I wonder how long,

Will I have to change,

The dressings,

To see a brand new,

Unbroken heart.

But, I’ve heard,

The scars will remains,

Of the heartbreaks,

Even after they heal.

Love, at first,

Might be deficient,

But it might recover too,

With some time hopefully.

But there’s a catch.

A possibility of failure.

Of the heart,

Because of the damage,

Which might not be fixed,

With band aids and sticky tapes.

 
 
 

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