Broken
The heavens must have named me broken
Since every part of me seems shattered
Be it my bones, my heart or my memories.
I faintly remember how it started
'Cos I'm now a slave to amnesia.
But my fragments reminded me, how I let a wolf in sheep clothing into my life.
He did act as a knight
And saved me from men that lurks around at night.
I fell head over heels for him,
I gave him my heart
But he crushed it with no remorse.
He played golf
And make my body holes for his golf ball,
I heard my bones crack with every single hit,
I cried overnight -
Till he hits my head and made the hospital my refuge.
I'm still the woman
With 306 bones,
Shattered memories
And a broken heart.
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