May 21, 2007 20:34
What is there left to love?
I have been broken and abused,
My heart torn and used,
My soul soiled and bruised.
There is nothing left to love.
No pretty look left upon this face.
Only emptiness in this emotionless place.
There is only an empty space.
I never saw the signs,
Blinded by false trust.
I could never get out of your hold.
From your wicked ways,
Now there is nothing but emptiness.
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