The Many Faces Of June

His heart was broken a few times before

Promised not to love again, shut himself out

Found peace in solitude, in his four-walled sanctum.

Made music out of misery

Painted pictures of atonement

His ink bled no second chances

Stone cold heart, reeks of loneliness

Conquered by defiance

Solemn face, aged by pride.

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