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My lips of tears is someone's best kiss
Torn
Kicked
Stomped
Trampled
Over my shattered heart
With this seasonal million man march
Shit that’s done in the dark
Was my eye’s light
Corrected my vision that was blinded
By your Love’s limelight
A slap in the face, wakeup call that was needed
But it’s too late,
Because I am head deep already in it
You could have saved the drama
You could have kept the bull shit
Lies to my face and you knew it
All I asked for was the truth
When I confronted you
I believed it, because I loved you
I believed it, because I needed you
I believed it, because I thought I knew and was getting the real you
Saying to myself “oh she wouldn’t do me wrong!”
But I was wrong
Damn! I was dead wrong
Shit this love things tough
Will I ever get it right?
Will I find the one that understands that, my love is premanent?
Will I ever be enough?
Will I ever be that fortunate?
I am tired of these kinds of poems
Letting my words cry out for my heart that is already,
Torn
Kicked
Stomped
Trampled
Over my shattered heart
With this seasonal million man march
“ I don't know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every other part of my body is broken too."
Kicked
Stomped
Trampled
Over my shattered heart
With this seasonal million man march
Shit that’s done in the dark
Was my eye’s light
Corrected my vision that was blinded
By your Love’s limelight
A slap in the face, wakeup call that was needed
But it’s too late,
Because I am head deep already in it
You could have saved the drama
You could have kept the bull shit
Lies to my face and you knew it
All I asked for was the truth
When I confronted you
I believed it, because I loved you
I believed it, because I needed you
I believed it, because I thought I knew and was getting the real you
Saying to myself “oh she wouldn’t do me wrong!”
But I was wrong
Damn! I was dead wrong
Shit this love things tough
Will I ever get it right?
Will I find the one that understands that, my love is premanent?
Will I ever be enough?
Will I ever be that fortunate?
I am tired of these kinds of poems
Letting my words cry out for my heart that is already,
Torn
Kicked
Stomped
Trampled
Over my shattered heart
With this seasonal million man march
“ I don't know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every other part of my body is broken too."
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