A Wounded Heart Resewn
As you read please enjoy the music of David Garrett, and you ladies may enjoy the photos.
His looks were so deceiving,
a handsome man with a poison-laced kiss,
a spider weaving a web to capture prey
and I too willing to be consumed.
With enticing smile, sexy voice, sense of humor,
My fault, my choice was to fall in love with him.
There were red flags waving, signs of warning,
none of which my stubborn heart would heed.
Treacherous heart ignored them all,
blind to the risk that it might be broken.
Though danger lurked, I fell into his arms,
too weak, perhaps too naive to turn away.
In silk threads of his web I struggled to break free
when unmasked, the spider took his first bite.
Love became a dark dungeon without bars.
His handsome face became a haunting place,
a prison without windows and doors
but escape I must, for trust lies covered in dust
My heart sang a sad tune like the cry of a loon
chanting the chorus, a refrain of love gone wrong
Heart, sing me a song of what is no more
words written in sand by the fraudulent hand
of the one who is now dead to me
I'll not wear a shroud so keep singing to me.
We deserve a better life and a new start.
I stitched my wounded heart where it was torn
Such melancholy pain it suffered years ago,
but we did not drown from the depth of love's fall
because I walked away from threats with no regret.
No longer do I cry, lamenting over sad yesterdays
I've emptied my pockets of those bitter memories
and proudly stand on my own with my heart resewn.
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