She promised to never love again But her heart was loving still So she ripped it out, and locked it up, and threw away the key.
She promised not to think of him
Buy her body was longing still
So she clubbed all night, and found a guy, and that night her body was pleased.
She kept this on for months and months
A life of pleasant sin
Yet though her heart was locked away, it never seized to beat.
So it was, when the rush of all was gone
When she’s about to sleep
Her traitorous heart, would quietly ask
“My dear, are you at peace?”
And then a tear drops.
Author: Young Wonda
Profile: He is a student and a writer.