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My Heart Is Closed

My heart is closed and will never open again, because it have been hurt it have been stifled by whom? a girl I thought was precious to me, played me and tarnish my heart and reputation I know it is not right for revenge but for the fortunate things I have done for her will not go in thoughts or memories but will surely be avenged she broke my heart she threw away my love I thought she was my desire she who I aspire love sometimes can be a heart-ache but what she have done to me should be termed as cruelty, sadness which have lead my love in darkness never to love again from here my love has decayed "HOOPS" it has rotten, vanquish never again to return to the bright light a love that has now hidden behind a shield, can you believe this? so many times have been wasted for who? a girl who used my love for her own purpose my love was just for her just for her and look what happen I am in pain a loss received no gain it's over the truth is no longer concealed your lying has now been revealed do you know how I really feel? a heart broken a love that will never be the same shove away by you in disgrace and shamed, all along you were using me as your toy, your little puppet your self-driven casino game, there is no one to blame but myself who became blind by love from the beginning and was quite foolish to see this not coming, you rip my heart apart then you quickly took away yourself like a plane you depart you broke my heart when the moving vehicles collide which signaled that your fake love would slide from the start you knew what you were doing you slowly plan a plot and quickly took your stride yes! you have surely won, you have taken away my pride GOODBYE! it's sad to know my love has died. Demeter Edwards

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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