Broken
BROKEN By: N.E.B. Why does it hurt so much when I don’t own your stare? Why does it hurt so much when your words aren’t mine to hear? Why does it hurt so much when I am not the reason you laugh? It hurts more when the love from you is something I can’t have. I want you to look at me like you want no one else walk with me slowly like a car with broken wheels. Talk to me and I promise that I am all ears. Love me and the same I do without fears. Why does it hurt so much as you have not spoken a word? You haven’t said anything and losing you, I can’t afford. Because I know I will hear just a piercing news, A bleeding separation that everyone knows. It hursts so much that my world would break in two That my life I planned with you is gone, too. Let me know how I would mend this broken heart to see, When I know that you were never been entirely honest with me. Why does it hurt so much like that of a twisted bone? Or even more that one could ever fathom? It’s quite fitting