In the dark I sit,
my heart in my hand.
With defiant tones,
and tender apologizes
I can see it won’t fit,
but the ink of my emotions
are applied to the lines like different colors.
Each represents the conflicts I’m trying to convey.
So think what you may!
I’m doing my best to be sincere
by letting my heart be exposed to this deepening pit
of despair, which is not fair,
since I’m already cutting you out of my heart
With these words that I have wrote
and the tears that I’ve spilt upon this piece of paper.
And what have you done?
My Once Love, you’ve only proved
we were beautiful,
that we had everything!,
…it was nothing…