Not Her Fault
Her heart, it bleeds just so profusely
A raging force beyond all her control
She held it tight as long as was able
But had let another take then a hold
He came to her one August morning
His looks were that of chiseled stone
His eyes, they pierced her ever deep
His voice was sound of winds so blown
She protected well her virtue offering
Her guard stayed high as high could be
His charms were that, just so charming
Soon he became the man she would see
Time went on, his charms had faded
His voice, no longer wind swept sound
As now it became used as a weapon
By verbal attacks that left her doom bound
But she, she proved to be stronger
She mustered up everything that she could find
And forced him to find then the doorway
Severing any of the ties that did bind
But now she lies there always crying
Knowing to never let this happen again
It was just so rough, she didn’t foresee it
That usually happens when you let someone in
Her heart, it bleeds just so profusely
A raging force beyond all her control
She held it tight as long as was able
But had let another take then a hold
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