black broken heart

(15/11/93- / in the arms of my love)

emo love


You love someone and they love you,
But when you need them the most,
They break your heart
Tearing it in 2.
They take no responsibility in what they have done,
For all is there fault.
You cry black tears,
And bleed blue blood
For you have no life.
Now you don’t have them,
They don’t understand the pain you feel,
Or the thoughts you’ve had.
They don’t understand anything about you.

They do not know you,
As well as you thought.
They didn’t know that you were emo
But emo for there heart.
The feeling of hate, is on the tip of your tongue,
and the emotion is overwhelming

Submitted: Monday, August 11, 2008

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