Was that an earthquake?
no just a heart break
at first I thought it a game
I didn't know its name
I didn't know the rules
so I was the fool
then I was just ignored
I thought I had bored
I felt invisible and shy
without knowing why
then it came to me
the part I was assigned to be
just another one of his toys
not even his pride & joy
was that a hurricane?
or my tears falling like rain
the list was long
I didn't know what I did wrong
but I was last on the pile
the toy for once in a while
the toy broke, can't be repaired
cause I can't make him care
can't make him love me, be my friend
he's always late, you can never depend
my heart shattered shards cut deep
I cry myself to sleep
I wanted him, there's my mistake
it's my fault, I let my heart break
was that a thunderstorm?
or cynicism being born
(c) 2017 Catherine Elder
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