A Woman Scorned
My Broken promises and brutal lies got her twisted
With hate
Nothing said lingers nor do she longer
Relates
Cold shrugs and cold kisses as she struggles to
Reply
There is no more space in her heart nor pillow no more for me to lie
Simple task that we use to do now seem so
Daunting
Hell has no fury like a woman scorn these four walls seem so Haunting
I shot her love down with these ammo in my hidden calico such foolish aim
Taken for granted and no longer she cares she tears my pictures out the frame
She calls me a Heartbreaker a title
With such distaste
Now i am being punished so brutally for these
mistakes
Love has no fury like a woman scorn
And that is real
This woman scorned by betrayal is now the devil in heels
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