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Broken Hearts, They Aren't Pretty
You act like i cant feel the pain,
But i felt you rip my heart from my chest.
It's smashed on the ground and there it's lain,
My broken heart a million pieces at best.
I hate these games you play with my heart,
And now i wish you would just leave.
Leave me alone and away from you ill part,
Ill go sit in the dark and greive.
So much hate for this person i thought i loved,
But so much love for someone who shattered my heart.
Too much love for him it cannot be shoved,
How did this great love ever even start?
I'm lost and confused with no one to save me,
But ill make it through just fine on my own.
I think you will be better off without me,
And ill wait for my shattered heart to be sewn.
If it gets sewn together anytime soon,
I hope it finds it's way to the box.
The tin box i have in the drawer in my room,
The one to protect it beneath the socks.
The black tin box will hold the pieces,
of my heart that has been shattered.
I will not give my heart to lease,
I will hide it from everyone and it will not matter.
No one will see the heart that i hold,
because broken things aren't pretty.
But i hope you will listen to what you've been told,
because otherwise you ill pitty.
Dont break her heart like he broke mine,
Dont treat her like a friend.
I hope you make sure her heart is fine,
or she might get broken like me in the end.
 bleedingXxXheart · Mon Jul 06, 2009 @ 03:35am · 0 Comments |
