He broke me once, he
Broke me twice, I won't
Let it happen again, it
Is a broken promise a
Woman keeps, it happens
All over again, she dips
Her pain and pen in some
Ink, her words watered
In feelings and tears
Blooming into an
Immortal pictures
Stuck in a frame
Of time, forever
Stuck on paper
Where her garden
Grew, flowers of
Red and blue had
Opened where she
Had poured out
Her heart.
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