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Thursday, May 10, 2007


My Tell-Tale Heart
(In middle school)

The first time, my heart was new.
He knew me well, and I knew him too.
It ended when I felt I had had enough.
He was the one who was gruff.
One chip away at my heart then,
And I thought the world was going to end.

Second one didn’t seem to care,
Only blindly ignored me with a cold stare.
It too ended when I had had enough,
This time I was the one gruff.
Now a crack in my heart then,
And I though my life would end.

They say the third time’s the charm.
But he did some real harm.
He used me like a freaking puppet!
Do I even look like a Muppet?
Two little cracks in my heart then,
I thought my sanity would end.

(Next part is high school)

By the fourth one, it was good at first/
But he left me in the dirt.
When it ended, I was hurt deeply.
Too scared to even smile meekly.
Another crack in my heart;
I was nearly falling apart.

The fifth one was a long one…
Three times, I tried, all failed among.
We both left all three times hurt,
I felt like lower than dirt.
Now a crack down the center,
My heart not light as a feather.

Number six is where I first fell in love,
Thought he was from above.
He woke up one day and decided not to care.
All I look at now is his cold stare.
That point my heart shattered,
My will was left tattered.

“Lucky” seven proved a BIG mistake.
Man, you’d think I was insane!
Even gave up my virginity to him,
For him to turn around and leave me; fin.
My heart now crushed into tiny pieces.
I thought in love I was, perhaps, diseased.

Now, the final, number eight, be fore I give up
On love completely, is treating me well.
He has restored my heart from its living hell.
I only pray I do not get hurt
Or I shall become one with the dirt.

My only plea, my pitiful cry,
Is do not leave me alone to die.
Help me heal and live once again.
Teach me to love again.
Please protect me, I beg of you.
James, you hold my weak heart, it’s true.

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