Born With A Broken Heart Poem by lena mae

SLICED JUSS FOR YOUR PLESURE.

YOU CUT ME DEEP

AND WATCH ME BLEED

DONT CARE IF IM FREE.

THIS HEART WILL BE FIXED

WHEN MY ANGEL ARRIVES.

HE WILL GATHER THE PEICES

WITH A NEEDLE AND THREAD,

AND WATCH ME HEAL BECUASE

HE SAYS IM NOT DEAD.

IM AM HIS HEART AND HIS HEART IS MINE.

HE WILL FINE ME BOXED IN THIS SO CALLED LIFE OF TIME.

THE YEARS WEAR MY HEART

IT BECOMES TO DUST

I THOUGHT I FOUND MY ANGEL

BUT HE WAS JUST A DISGUST.

OH ANGEL OF MY HEART

WHY DO YOU MAKE ME BLEED?

DO I DESERVE THIS PAIN

OR IS IT A NEED?

IT DOSENT MATTER ANYWAYS

I WAS BORN WITH A BROKEN HEART

THAT WILL NEVER HEAL

SO TIE A RIBBON AROUND THIS HEART

AND WATCH IT BLOOM FROM THE START.