The Broken Song


In Joy, in health,
A deceptive heart in love.
The defection is permanent,
It was not ever, meant to be real


Infatuation?
A notion to bend time?
A lust of life?
Or was it true, faithful, and pure?


Intimate in love,
Words, went unspoken.
A regretful life, where
Hearts are meant to be broken.


Why did you go away?
A senseless heresy?
A Blank arrow of betrayal,
Was it never, meant to be?


A million deals apart,
A minute seems like years,
A million miles away,
A million shed of tears.

Fuck You