Heart

First love , first loss

 

When did this relationship start?

Friends or bitter enemies are we?

Hold me closer than your next breath

But for a time must we part

As the days pass and the spring blooms

I would smile softly as I think of you

This summer you returned with that Tart

A smirk on her lips would lurk

As you look away every time we meet

This is my broken heart

Crushed and bleeding from you

And your careless handling

You made me live with a broken heart

Reviews

[Mysty Rayn]

Starting so sweet and turning around. Unexpected. Very well done.