Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Burst.

Look at her hands,
Covered in crimson,
She stole his heart,
And ripped it apart.
There she stands,
Alone in the dark,
Until it gets cold,
And then it's hard to breathe.
So though she tries to run,
She can't get away,
From the lies that she told,
And the hearts that she mamed,
She cries in despair,
That he'll never know,
How she loved him too much,
But couldn't let go,
So she held on too tight,
But burst both hearts,
She tried to fix it,
It was just too hard,
To find a solution to a timeless problem,
It won't go away,
Only stay the same.
Yet she wouldn't change a thing,
For fear it could be worse,
She'll just let him think,
His heart was the only one
    Burst.