Cynical and Frigid

We once dreamed of a fairy tale
Once thought that love is fair
At some point we proved it was
Until someone finally broke us

At first it was perfect
Thinking it was an answered prayer
But then things went wrong
And you don’t know how to go on

We may again find happiness
And become a bit careless
But sometimes we are still clueless
That our hearts are made of glasses

We tried and tried
And our hearts got dried
We loved and loved
And our wounds gone bad

- anne icaro

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