Sep 2020
Oh pretty, broken heart thief.
What was it that drew you to me?
Were you thirsting for life’s meaning
or something warm to squeeze?
Well handsome, morose heart thief
you’ve come and gone.
And now my chest is no longer warm.
You swept me off my feet
then left me
so torn.
What was it that drew you to me?
Were you thirsting for life’s meaning
or something warm to squeeze?
Well handsome, morose heart thief
you’ve come and gone.
And now my chest is no longer warm.
You swept me off my feet
then left me
so torn.
Feeling haunted by an ex - like I’m broken and I’ve been robbed of something, some spark that was in my soul, and so wronged by it all.
