Shallow breaths and your heart will stop
See him with her and your heart will drop
Dead in your tracks you start to stare
Would he ever know? Could he ever care?
They are talking, laughing, you trail behind
What will you hear? What will you find?
Forever wishing you will be the one he picks
But he's always with her, you start to feel sick.
He will never know he's broken your heart
Ripped it, with no mercy, right apart
He will never know he holds your mangled heart in his hands
He burned it with a red-hot iron brand.
Tears in your eyes you won't let fall
Why can't you be the one that he calls?
What makes her that special?
You've wasted a lot of coins in wishing wells.
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryJust your average collection of poetry done by your average unicorn. Xavier hopes you like the poems! **Sorry if the spacing is jacked up**
