There once was a fragile girl who fell in love with a boy who broke her heart. The day she felt loved made the rest of her days perfect. This fragile girl was different to others. Her hair was constantly tied up in a withering swoop on top of her little head and her long eye lashes made even the stars fall in shame. Her glance was powerful and delicate but still sincere and childish. She spoke in wise powerful words in public and to others but she knew in her heart she was still fragile. She became insecure with herself and thought people would not be aware. The boy finally broke her heart...3 stabs exactly in the centre. Her eyelashes no longer shamed the stars as they were dancing with tears. She had changed in a matter of days.
She believed that her disguise was perfect and that no one could see her heart aching, but I could see rite through it. Through her laughs, through her smiles, through it all.
Thus, though at times it seems that a person is fine in ones heart. The reality is a broken heart never recovers but a new one can rise again.
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