Ways ago I sighed in relief,
To be the one who was the heart breaker.
Not a drop of sense could heal my grief.
Place my heart back inside,
I got a chance to fly.
My body has already jumped the tide.
Over filled to the top it spilled,
Continuing flutters of Butterflies.
Easy to soar, yet difficult to stay filled.
Used to be content with anything or nothing,
Exception was him.
Events went unnoticed, realization to end steady suffering.
Dial tone mezmorizing,
Thoughts in the air.
Hang up to see me mobilizing.
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