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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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