Friday, October 23, 2015

Poetry

Broken promises
And broken trust
Golden rings
Are left to rust

You broke her heart
You tore her down 
You turned her smile 
Into a frown 

You led her on
Said you were true
But you're just scum,
That's nothing new

Superheroes 
don't exist
They're just myths 
To bend and twist

Wrap her round
Your finger well
And carry her 
Slowly into hell

The minor warmth
Becomes a burn
But you've a lesson
Still to learn

Do not touch 
My second soul
Or I will leave you
With no control.

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