Barbed Heart

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A bittersweet memory.
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Time has now frozen still this bittersweet memory as it

crumbles into decay. A lovely tune now a broken melody.


And our love once breathed into me.

I loved you dearly, can't you see?

Trying to move on, but I can't make sense of this.

You stole my heart with every kiss,

now it's dies on the vine like decaying bliss.

I said I'd take care of you, but what did I miss?


I no longer lay in your bed, this dream is dead.

My head was swimming with fears, I hoped to

be together for years.

I once laid in your bed wiping your tears.


But some thing's there's just no mending,

as a pain that is so rending.

Pieces of my heart fall into regrets,

like this pain that so swiftly upsets.


To wake up at night with all my screams,

as it passed into shattered dreams.

In the dead of night, I wanted to make it right.

I wanted to put up more of a fight.


But no one could've hurt me like you did.

So I stopped trying, as my love kept dying.

Like hollow words that were lying.


I won't crumble under all these tears I cried,

from a heart that was traumatized.

The weight of your spite caused me to stumble,

but I won't crumble.

As I see through your ways that once mesmerized,

like wicked charms that hypnotized.


Like kisses that soothed my heart before they stained,

you held my heart before you left it drained.


Helping you is like holding up boulders,

until you drop more drama on my shoulders.

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29wordsforsnow29wordsforsnowalmost 2 years ago

This lesson learned so sad and heartbreaking.

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