If all lovers were waiters,
I’m sure the number of hearts they’ll break will be like
bottles…
If all lovers were gardeners,
They’d always gather hearts like shattered pieces of broken
pots and vases…
If all lovers were babies,
Every breakable valuable would be bought over and over again…
If all lovers were surgeons,
I bet they’d mend lives like fixing bodies into place…
If all lovers had hearts that really cared,
There’d be no reason for making up for mistakes or mending
broken hearts,
But there seem to be a tag on every lover’s shirt that says
“move on” and so they move on to always mend someone else’s broken pieces,
because as they move, other lovers come to mend what they left behind.
This certainly is a love chain of breaking hearts, moving on
and mending lives, but if we sure have to mend lives, let’s not break
hearts.
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