Shattered Hearts
Unhealthy relationships are like trash pits
And the heart’s thrown in like rotten meat,
No room for abuse spit
As you even stay calm and sit.
It all begins when two meet,
Either looking neat,
In every aspect of the kit.
Opens your heart and it’s mysteriously lit,
Stirs in you a sensational heat,
Sad, look now has she has left it,
Cold and lifeless, like you were her target hit.
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