Love broke my heart

I remember when I first met you pretty red skin ,

with a smile that fits you , I made my approach and complimented your beauty. 

 

Your eyes told the story of  nature, who knew that one day I would soon come to hate you 

 Five years of commitment on my behalf but every time I open my heart you would jab,

I should've knew you were no good when I told you I love you and you laughed. 

 

Now because of you my my heart is broken, take heed to the words because from the truth they were spoken. 

A true tale of how heart was broken 

 

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