musicguy Posted March 30, 2008 Share Posted March 30, 2008 Here I sit so broken hearted, picking up the pieces, slicing my hand on each shattered glass, wounded, this emptiness surrounds me, your kiss is poison, your soul, a blackened sky before the storm. Wrapped around this heart is barbed wire, wrapped around my head is a noose, the heart that loved you once, now sheds tears, sees your lies, and wonders why you treated me like you did. My heart wrapped with barb wire not letting anyone in until someone breaks the barb wire that holds this broken heart. Musicguy© Mar. 2008 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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