The fault of love

And I’m not sure Which came first 

But I was broken 

And your heart was 

In pieces 

A result of a love

Left unattended 

Sometimes we love too much and 

sometimes we don’t love
Enough 

Other times we find distractions

To pour all our remains to 

And that’s the fault of love

It leaves you needy and longing

For someone to fill all your voids

Without that instant satisfaction 

You’re left scraping for gold. 

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