Poetry Class thing

by Lyssi Lori   Jul 7, 2009


Smile little girl, his eyes are glued to you,
Sing to him the song that steals his heart,
Lie to him, tell him what he wishes was true.
Say those words that tear him apart.

Mistake to perfection, perfection to mistake,
It's a cynical cycle that no one ever wins.
You're going to be his next heart break.
How do you stop it when you don't know where to begin?

What if you're made to be broken forever more?
But what if you're meant to be the next big thing?
Life is a guessing game, you never know what's in store.
Pick a path and give yourself something to hope for.

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