Broken Hearted

Broken hearts are filled with pain,

 

Hatred, lies it’s all the same.

 

But while I amble along the emptiness of my heart,

 

I learn that love never really lasts.

 

 

 

 

 

For was it love,

 

Or was it lust?

 

That tore my heart in two again.

 

Did I just see that gentle dove,

 

without the devil within.

 

 

 

And did I see the pain he caused,

 

and ignored it because of lust within?

 

 

Why did I sit, wait and watch while my heart was

 

torn in two.

 

Why did I wait to carve my hearts grave,

 

before the stroke of noon.

 

 

 

 

Why must I sit and die in fear,

 

that my love for him is false.

 

Why must I cry and destroy myself,

 

over this one guy?

 

 

 

 

 

Why have I never felt this way?

 

why was my heart so numb?

 

Should it have to be this way?

My heart is torn up.

I am done.