You say your heart is broken
But mine is shattered
Shattered by my hatred
A hate I feel towards you
You alone are my fire
The flames of fuming rage
At the base of the Cherry Blossoms
That’s where I lay
Below their pink flowers I will rest
Next to your dagger that pierced my chest
How did I fall for you?
We’re like a game of Chess
I’ll have your queen
Then you’ll be at rest
You’ll stay in my memories
At the bottom of my shattered heart
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