THIS BROKEN HEART

THIS BROKEN HEART

Tailor-made suit, dark like the midnight sky.
How dashing you looked, all I could do was sigh.
I never was the graceful, lovely swan.
Sinfully imperfect, always pale and wan.

But, though I was born an ugly duckling--
Rough on the edges, probably a weakling.
On that destined night, our eyes met, I knew
Kindness and acceptance, they were both from you.
Elated I was, thinking it was fate.
Nobody told me everything was too late.

How dare you use me, shattering my heart.
Everything you did was just to play your part.
A fool, I believed all your stupid lies.
Repentance would be futile, I've become wise.
Tricks would be useless, I've seen through your guise.

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