She was but a romantic
Who'd seen love rear its head,
And passion over heated
Leaving burnt scars behind.
Eyes closed, the scenes replay,
Ears muffed, mocking laughter unblocked
Throaty screams stifled by fear,
Trapped in an unknown abyss.
She was but a romantic,
Now converted, a true cynic;
Her chest a dark empty pit
Where the heart used to beat.
Copyright © thearcticstar 2016
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