It's like love's suicide
bring down the curtains
pull back the shades
see the sun and it clipse's the tears in your eyesburning away flesh wounds
rebuilding her heart
so she can watch another tornado
brake it back down
and so she sat there clutching the lies
holding them like a prize
that's the only thing she could deprive
she sat head in pillow, soaked in tears
racing thoughts and shattered dreams
mascara stained face and red rusted eyes
and she cries... Still she cries.