The woman weeps in a room
As the darkness starts to consume
Each thought goes through trial
As she pushes each one to denial
She doesn't want this to be true
The heartache is just too cruel
She tries to distract herself
To face away from this personal hell
She took out her heart and placed it in your hand
So how is she now, to trust another man?
YOU ARE READING
A little piece of me
PoetrySometimes I rhyme Sometimes I don't I almost always write But sometimes I won't It all depends on my mood All depends on my muse But right now, here's something from me to you
