My Heart
My Heart
My heart skipped a beat when you said,
That your love for me is truly dead,
And those nights as we cuddled in love
Now I knownthey were salsly of.
Why break my heart apart,
Using it with those hatefull darts.
Now, my heart gave you all its passion
Still you use it like some fancy fashion.
All those memories of our joy,
Now, seems like I was your little toy.
"Wow," My heart hurts from your hate,
But at lease I've learned loves angry fate
Copyright © Michael S. Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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