My muse is gone,
My heart is cold,
My eyes are wet,
And my head's in a hold.
You stole my breath,
And made my head feel faint.
You made me believe,
You were the perfect saint.
Why did I believe you?
What was it,
That made me feel safe?
But what had you ever done,
To make me rethink my faith?
So I gave you my heart,
For it's safe keeping.
And all you gave back,
Was a lifetime of weeping.
After you left me,
Laying in my pity,
All of the things I previously enjoyed,
Just seemed gritty.
You left me alone,
And robbed me of my joy.
Who would ever think,
It was because of a boy.
And I don't understand,
What I've ever done to you.
What had happened?
Why didn't I fit in Cinderella's shoe?
Everyone tells me,
Not to dwell in the past.
But all I want to do,
Is to stop the fast,
From you.
Comments and critiques are greatly appreciated. Thanks, muchly. Really anything is fine to say. Just help me fix this as much as possible =]
