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270 · Jun 2020
Hearts with stitches
Marla Jun 2020
I just broke her heart
‘cause she told me she was lying,
and by the night’s end she’ll feel it.
Her mascara-stained tear drops hit the carpet flying-
yet her eyes never trembled, they glistened.

Oh, why did you do me like this?
Did you ignore my pain and not feel it?
Sugar, why did you burn our whole life;
was my love just the prize to your winnings?

She saw me yesterday and asked
for a hand,
I said, “You don’t understand...
I meant that we were through.
Leave your keys up on the stoop.”

Then the love was in her eyes
and it took me by surprise,
and by that night’s end I was living.
My pain had gone away and her heart was full of light;
she whispered me a kiss
and I listened.

Oh why am I so wrapped up like this?
Is it only her heart that shimmers?
I always try to leave, but my soul just can’t resist.
Her love’s the summer breeze to my winter.
Marla Jun 2020
You took me to meet your parents
when I still saw something in you.
That something is gone now-
I’ve realized it was never there.
Our hearts were in tandem then;
why was mine left feeling so empty?

You brought me to concerts
when I could still hear you up on stage.
Now people cheer at your old songs
when I know that they should be booing.
Our paths were linked then;
why was I the one robbed of a future?
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