Her Love Has Passed
Broken shards of an open heart
Hurt and swollen, a rose is scarred
Petals fall, stem is trimmed
Next door, she's gone to him
Only her closest friend, is what she said
So she burnt my dough, and broke my bread
Hurt my soul, when she scared my head
Memories still whole, of where she tread
Until she left my path to walk his lane
Why do I feel heavier, missing the ball and chain
A lover passed, she be a lovers past
But it hurts how quick her love has past
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