Her heart has survived through the storm
She held tight to its fragile form
The damage she tries to repair
Scrubbing away all the despair
All the anger and all the hate
She washes away to create
A brand new story for her soul
A story where she’ll be made whole
Never again will she look back
At the time the skies were black
This heart’s already black and blue
So what more damage could you do?
And what do you think you’ll achieve
If this heart you would deceive?
And do you think I can’t see through
The games you play and all you do?
You may think I’m just a toy
But surprise I’m playing coy
This game you’re playing will soon end
It won’t be me who needs to mend
jadedheart
Thoughts From A Jaded Heart 