Home is where the heart is
That’s what people say
So I have no home anymore
Since you went away
You took my heart with you
And never even looked back
To see me lying there bleeding
From your heartless attack
How am I supposed to go on?
How am I supposed to cope?
With all of my dreams reduced to dust
And nothing left of hope
I thought you were my one and only
I thought I was your true love
But I guess I never saw your true face
Or what you were really made of
You didn’t stand by me
When the going got too tough
I guess I loved you more than you loved me
Or you just didn’t love me enough
So now our home lies broken
Foundation cracked and shattered
And I’m here picking up the pieces you left
Bent, broken, and battered
About the Creator
Kelly Mendoza
As a newly single mother of 2, I've found myself with extra time on my hands . Whether it's fantasy or paranormal , reading and writing has always been an escape for me.
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