Her Broken Heart Never Tasted so Tart

Tears fill the hands
heart torn in two
love once engraved in bands
you'll never find one so blue

nights cradling sobbing cries
drowning sorrow and pains with tasteless wine
formally known as her winning prize
dazed and confused, there were no signs

anger hits her plate
emotions a delicious feast to pick from
since when has this become her awful fate
only one words crosses her eyes, what a dirty scum

the perfect couple they were called
their passionate fire never to die
she can't help herself but be appalled
I guess this is my final goodbye