Shattered Hearts To Be Mended
Shattered Hearts To Be Mended
When we first met each other,
it was all fun and games
til' we took a better look
We knew we had to exchange names.
I couldn't get past you,
to the next block of New York Street
My mind was racing and my heart skipping beats.
I was stunned like a dysfunctional robot
with you in my view, as you approached me so politely.
We were building our book of memories
for those first eight months on 9th street.
as the heat between us grew stronger
affectionate but slow, what was lust turned into love
and it followed us to Henslow.
From henslow to 21st coming up from the dirt
things started getting shaky and soon enough, you were hurt.
I didn't hurt you intentionally.
but yet you still looked at me suspiciously
and said to me, "just when I was about to give you my all."
I broke your heart; it was all my fault
I take the blame for the pain, that I caused you to go insane
Nine and ten passed and your mind was made up.
Month eleven then came; it was revenge just the same.
Of course, there's no such thing as good luck
so no evidence was discovered until the 12th month.
I had the worst feeling, which sent me straight to the morning of Henslow...
First knock, second knock, third knock...no answer, I got cold.
forth knock, fifth knock, sixth knock...
my body went numb and legs locked, as if I were going through shock.
my heart fell to the floor and shattered all over.
I couldn't pick it up, but I had to stay sober.
so, here we are, after the one year line...
after all is said and done, I'm still yours and you're still mine.
By: Aleasha A. Martin
Copyright © Aleasha Martin | Year Posted 2011
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