Heartbroken in Love
Mend Our Broken Heart, While I Broke Mine in the Process
I fell in love with your broken soul,
mended it till it became a whole.
Encouraged you every step of the way.
But who knew that in between mending yours, mine would break...
I watched you to flirt, hold hands, be happy and act like I wasn't there, watching.
I fell hard, hard in love, while I watched you fall for her.
Forgetting that I was even there, secretly watching.
But it's not your fault, you didn't know who I was.
You didn't know I was the secret admire behind those notes, encouraging you on to make a move...
But now that you have, I'm just a secret admirer, a secret admirer heartbroken in love.
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Fyza Garasia
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My name is Fyza and I am an aspiring writer who loves to write about fantasies and many other genres.
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