A Very Short Song
by Dorothy Parker
Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad --
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that was very bad.
Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.
I had told myself that I was done with my computer tonight, but then I ran across this gem from Dorothy Parker, so I had to share it. There is something to be said about breaking someone's heart being worse than having your heart broken.
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