At first all seemed well,
to any soul I'd relish to tell,
of the love we started to share.
Now I lay here, alone, and bare.
Ignored and betrayed;
the rope that once held us so close;
now cut, tattered and frayed.
Now I lay here, alone, I stay.
My heart, you promised,
you would not break.
A foolish decision, on my part.
Now I lay here, alone, stake driven through my heart.
The love that I thought was an art,
now burns with fury,
and I mend my broken heart.
Now I lay here, alone, for we were in too much of a hurry.
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