Ceramic Heart

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No more do I see you in the light of day
Your face, a reflection of my truth
No more do I long to hear the depth of your voice
Your words, no longer gentle, plucked from my youth.
No more does my heart beat for you
Your bitterness has used me up
No more do I mean anything to you
Nothing more than an expression
A verb
A noun
A girl you knew when times were good
A girl you know no more.