Nothing Nice

This is the void that fills your heart when nothing else is left.

black as velvet

cold as ice

her heart in its chest

had nothing nice

 

nothing clean

and nothing good

nothing beat

just as it should

 

it skipped a pace

and sometimes two

her heart was broken

through and through

 

she wished to fix it

not knowing how

but it was now or never

and her heart said now

 

she searched a happy

to veil the sad

she found that happy

to fill the void she had

 

little did she know

the trouble it'd bring

she break another's heart

and once again would sing

 

of despair and sorrow

the neverending song

she didn't know if

she could hold out this long

 

until she found out,

she sat there alone

broken hearts

heal like broken bones

 

drawn out and painful

there's no sugar and spice

her heart to this day

has nothing nice