Allow me to tell you a story,
The one person I trusted stripped me of my glory.
I try hard not to think about where she has been,
It doesn’t matter how hard I try thoughts of her come creeping in.
She took the sun, and the things that were warm,
I’m still here riding out,
the storm.
I know who I am,
I know what I am not.
I know what I have,
and haven’t got.
She embraced my,
broken soul.
Now, back to
Square Peg, round hole.
Never to soar again
on my broken wings.
She played me like
a puppet on some strings.
I’m drowning in,
pain and despair.
I will never forget that smirk,
as she watched me gasp for air.
At one time she brought peace,
all that remains is destruction.
Her potion, brewed with the,
art of seduction.
That blow she delivered,
Knocked me senseless.
I stood before her helpless and defenseless.
She left me stewing in her juices,
a slow burn.
I can see now a
hard lesson to learn.
She never even gave
me a chance.
The aftermath of a
Dying romance.
I have been wounded before,
more than you can count.
my entire life, fighting hate,
In a great amount.
Turbo1904
