Broken hearts are so beautiful,
You will never forget,
The person so awful,
That he turned you into a poet.
When the ache in our hearts,
Becomes words on paper,
You turn him into art,
The person who lied about forever.
As the tears fall,
They smudge your ink,
You gave it your all,
And it was gone in a wink.
Remember the moments,
Jot down every detail,
What delicious torment,
For your first love to fail.
Broken hearts hurt so much,
Even in the middle of the night,
When you're craving for his touch,
And longing for his light.
You paint him into a picture,
Or two, or three or four,
You sing to him for closure,
Until your throat is dry and sore.
Oh darling, I know what it is,
To fill a notebook with absolute art,
And to think that all of this,
Was caused by a broken heart.
