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I have put my heart on hold.
It has been broken too many times
that I can't quite fit all the pieces back together.
The one's that wish to guard it seem only to know how to hurt you the worst.

I have spent my love on things that do not matter,
and with a broken heart try to give what love is left to things that do.
I do not despair for myself, but only for those who would have my love.

If wishes were wings, pigs would fly
and I could speed myself away
to places that my desires would not hurt
but would bless.