My imploding heart
My imploding heart
The freaks come out at night yet it seems she broke my heart by dawn
A smile from your face so fake yet it’s the one I have won
Whispers of lies into my ear since this fake love has sprung to life
We started off with a push as if from a spring
Mountains of emotions we overcame
A sea of haters we saw and upon it we still held hands and ran…
Final destruction a few steps in.
Not yet even a smooth introduction whispers of hate I thought were whispers of love
Showers of bullets u aimed at my heart I thought u just wanted a hug
so much anger built up inside me I feel like I'm about to explode
lucks on your side tho cuz even tho my heart u have caused to implode,
with the magnitude of ur hate that u disguised as love.
cuz if u didn't hate me y would u do something so extreme to one u loved
I cared for u as if u were a queen u treated me as a disowned servant no communication
are u kidding me without that a relationship is worthless so this is an ode written for our final farewell
I bid u good tidings and it seems that for me my wish really didn't come true
it seems like the quarter I tossed in that wishing well got pulled out.
u tossed my heart and "shot it up" as it fell yet I felt sorry for u
cuz u have always been heartless, from the start
however u may have broken my heart but this soul I'll never part
here I believe u shall keep this work of art cuz I made this for u with the blood from my heart
thank u God for tearing us apart.
u saved my future and turned it from utter decay and sure ruin to a much higher place
now that I have experienced part one of ruin.
my vistas now clear nothings in my way prospects now ill dissect bye bye haters i aint fall yet
and if I did I wouldn't stay down so u are now free to watch the show gather around
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