by Deny Jane Pascua

Created on: June 16, 2010

There's nothing worst than a beating heart that might as well be dead.

My world was a fairy tale come true when you walked through the door.

You have your smoldering eyes on me, full of passion, full or ardour.

You gripped my heart so tight by your very essence.

Can't look away, can't ignore your presence.

Everyday was colorful, bright and cheery.

I can see rainbows in my dream, with you and and me.

I feel I lived in a castle with my handsome and brave prince.

But I was living a fairy tale, realizing my befall.

You are not gentle soul but a sinister one.

You changed from a lovely prince to a monstrous one.

Gone was the passion in your eyes and the gentleness of your voice.

You plunged a knife in my heart, you made me oozed.

You torn my heart into two, you left me bleeding for days.

I gasped for you to save me, to please stop the torture.

But you never listened, you left me me all alone.

Now I feel I am a living dead.

No passion in my heart, no fire to kindle.

I am the perfect picture of misery, born to suffer.

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