Paris, my heart and the rain

I ran away from you
To this city of love
Thought I would mend these messy strings of heart
But this city, it breaks more strings
The more I drink this Cold Brew, the more aches settling in
These days everything seem to be bitter
Here I am, with my half fixed heart and the rain slowly flood the road
It must have been the tears I failed to shed
For years
One more cup and I will leave, through the rain
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