My life’s fallen apart.
Broken In pieces like abstract art,
All because of her artificial heart.
Her lies unravel, upon a great stage
I watch from a distance, consumed by rage.
My heart, ill place in a cage, and as for hers; I’ll give it back,
For love is what It lacked
For her this was just an act,
The impact she’ll never see,
I have to pick up the debris.
My heart ill mend, for this is the end
I’ll never play pretend; my heart ill never lend
Not ever again
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