Her Love Has Passed

Broken shards of an open heart Hurt and swollen, a rose is scarred Petals fall, stem is trimmed Next door, she's gone to him Only her closest friend, is what she said So she burnt my dough, and broke my bread Hurt my soul, when she scared my head Memories still whole, of where she tread Until she left my path to walk his lane Why do I feel heavier, missing the ball and chain A lover passed, she be a lovers past But it hurts how quick her love has past please follow me on twitter.com/jjackom