Karma, Karma, Karma

my heart of gold

I painted black

a chill of cold

ran up my back

a sense that nothing

would be the same

emotions flooding

I asked her name

karma, she said

wearing a grin

her eyes were dead

with thickened skin

I knew she'd seen

my kind before

we were like kin

declaring war

I hesitated, before I asked

what's this pay-back gonna cost me

clearly, she said, this sort of task

is free, it was paid, previously

for every time he broke your heart

every half truth that you heard

it's all covered dear, every part

in the moment it occurred

my calloused heart began to melt

for the first time, I was unguarded

she whispered, I know how you felt

I was created by the brokenhearted

before she left, she reached for me

with something in her fingertips

a business card, a guarantee

his name would never cross my lips

and if it did, only in jest

knowing he'd finally paid the price

to my friends, I quietly confess

that'll teach him next time, to be nice