I've heard so many songs...
most about the boy who let her down...
some of the friends that left her behind...
some of praise...
some of lies...
some of unkind tears.

Sometimes tears are black,
they don't run for they are always dry.
Dried by the emptiness
of her heart.
So to prevent this...
I say to you:

Unrequited love:
a desertous spell...
Unrequited love:
a depressing song...
Unrequited love:
a suicides' poison.
 
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