Broken

by Joseph R Hanna   Feb 26, 2009


The clock chimes twelve
it rains from your face
as much as you want to delve into me
I'm broken for I am not capable of being fixed by sorries
all this time all my actions actions I do in fear for your love has broken me your lies your love your life.
passed my by and I still remember the day we slept it wasn't lust it was love your lies broke me though to numerous times I achieved I break I fall I cry I die for your lies broke me...

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