A boy came

too irresistable to walk away

no wonder she fell

regret already in her hands.

 

And it was a fall worthy of others to look around

no shame, just mighty want

and he walked away

he tried

but he was her ray

how could she let him go his way?

 

And there were others

oh, there were others

girls standing lines to let him

break a piece of their pride.

 

But she could not understand

how could he not bent

her love profound

her love alone and marred.

 

Poison

the boy was poison, but it was too late

coursing through her veins

she could not apprehend.

 

And he left

oh, he left

and she stood there

dressed in shame and sorrow.

 

He hurt and laugh it away

she love and gasp and clasp it in her hands

how can she heal, when the poison is there to hit back at her tries

too late to break the ties, huh?

 

And he is gone

gone but still there

how is that

and she spit and coursed her poisoned love

he already breaking someone else.

 

So she ends up alone

broken but too alive to die

shame and hurt clouding her day

and she cannot just walk away.

 

Will she be maybe immune

to the poison and salt

will her wounds maybe heal

one day

scars will be all whats left behind.