• Burnt

    by  • October 8, 2010 • Betrayal, Cheating, Lost Love, Waxing Poetic • 0 Comments

    You’ve burned our bridge
    but I don’t care anymore,
    There’s no reason for me
    to travel to you and your whore.

    I’ve cried my river
    and it’s made a moat around my heart,
    Our bridge is burnt
    and we will forever be apart.

    Our love was hot
    but you had to have twice the heat,
    Your life is sizzling away
    Our bridge is burning at your feet.

    But maybe for you
    this metaphor doesn’t really apply.
    Because everything you told me
    was nothing but lies.

    It’s fine if a castle isn’t me
    and just a toy.
    I no longer see you as my prince charming
    just a dumb little boy.

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