A moster called a smasher
They say your heart
Is a heart of gold
Never broken
Never been stolen
I though to myself
How could this be true
I spoke to him for the first time in ages
His eyes looked inlighten
His mouth looked egor to kiss the cracked lips of another
A gentle imbrace of a warm hug
Welcomes me with the words im sorry
Flashbacks full my mind
How could he not be broken?
More words flowed out
From the many years
Of not speaking
He told me
I never texted back
That we could never be close again
That he has alway been waiting
He stopped to think
And he ended with the heartbreaking words
I loved you once
I loved you twice
I thought you were nice
You took my heart
And smashed it into pieces
I felt sick
Had I become a smasher?
I whispered
I waited for your message
It never came
Slowly we moved apart
We went our own ways
What was I meant to say
You were meant to say I love you
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 5:18 PM UTC
A moster called a smasher
They say your heart
Is a heart of gold
Never broken
Never been stolen
I though to myself
How could this be true
I spoke to him for the first time in ages
His eyes looked inlighten
His mouth looked egor to kiss the cracked lips of another
A gentle imbrace of a warm hug
Welcomes me with the words im sorry
Flashbacks full my mind
How could he not be broken?
More words flowed out
From the many years
Of not speaking
He told me
I never texted back
That we could never be close again
That he has alway been waiting
He stopped to think
And he ended with the heartbreaking words
I loved you once
I loved you twice
I thought you were nice
You took my heart
And smashed it into pieces
I felt sick
Had I become a smasher?
I whispered
I waited for your message
It never came
Slowly we moved apart
We went our own ways
What was I meant to say
You were meant to say I love you
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