Laying with my heart wide open,
trying to understand your words spoken.
You tell me to accept your token,
but here I am, bent and broken.
Looking back into our past,
I thought that we would always last.
But then you ripped my heart wide open,
and here I lie, bent and broken.
You aren’t a simple love was lost,
It was my heart your facade cost.
But there were much too few words spoken,
so here I lie, bent and broken.
And as I dig in my well-bent mind,
I’m going to have to leave you behind.
A million apologies you could have boughten;
Too late. I’ll always be bent and broken.
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 12:57 AM UTC
Laying with my heart wide open,
trying to understand your words spoken.
You tell me to accept your token,
but here I am, bent and broken.
Looking back into our past,
I thought that we would always last.
But then you ripped my heart wide open,
and here I lie, bent and broken.
You aren’t a simple love was lost,
It was my heart your facade cost.
But there were much too few words spoken,
so here I lie, bent and broken.
And as I dig in my well-bent mind,
I’m going to have to leave you behind.
A million apologies you could have boughten;
Too late. I’ll always be bent and broken.
This is the very first poem that I've ever written that rhymes. Just to let that be known.
