Musings

Heart Like A Grave By: Corinna Fugate

Heart Like A Grave
By: Corinna Fugate

You make me want to swing from a rope
You’ve killed my hope and my faith in humanity
Was butchered the moment you betrayed me
Keep your poetry, your dazzling red rose
I bleed such crimson at the cost of your prose

Your heart is like a grave
Cold and dead in every way
Like a vulture you circled, my heart was your prey
Your heart is like a grave and you are dead to me in every way

You’re the one, like a siren from the sea
You lured me close to the waters’ edge
You looked me in the eye then tried to drown me
Your love is a mirage
You are hollow inside
Your heart is a shadow that disappears in the light

Your heart is like a grave
Cold and dead in every way
Like a vulture you circled, my heart was your prey
Your heart is like a grave and you are dead to me in every way

You play the victim so well
But dear it’s just one of your games
Your cruelty I have tasted
If drama was vodka you’d be so wasted

Your heart is like a grave
Cold and dead in every way
Like a vulture you circled, my heart was your prey
Your heart is like a grave and you are dead to me in every way

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