BROKEN

There she goes

walking down the street

feeling the wrath of love's defeat

Deliberate her steps

Like an animated corpse

feeling unplugged like an old wine cork

 

Her eyes hold an empty stare

since the world no longer cares

Broken and Hell bent

No one warned her of this torment

or all the lies

that hold love's demise

 

She's living proof, I guess

of a heart ripped from its chest

Can you feel it beating

hurt from the constant cheating?

Does it throb in your hands?

Was this part of the whole plan?

 

I think you should note

and you can even quote

How her heart with its hole

now matches her broken soul

 

Can You see?

Now you can leave

Go home and relax

for the streets she'll always roam

Isnt this what you wanted?

For everyone to see

How you killed an angel

and how you've fallen to the lowest degree

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

not my best i must admit.