A Broken Pen
It felt poetic when you left me
A broken pen
Bleeding on a page
And it's ironic how you hurt me
Even worse than those I hate
You said you'd always be there
When they were tearing me apart
But you lied to my face
And carved scars into my heart
I heard you call them cold
For making me cry
But your words were just as dark
As the hidden truth in their thoughtless lies
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
