Page 7 - Written Feelings

Queen of broken hearts

People tell you you’re a queen
With beauty like they've never seen
But who you are behind the scenes
Is disgusting and so obscene

Sitting atop your golden throne
Deciding who to break and own
Faking all your tears and mourn
An armor of lies you worn

Using sadness as a weapon
Your shoes are hearts that you step in
A grim reaper among the living
Smile to hide the blood and killing

One day you'll get cut from the shards
Of your former lovers hearts
And bleed all over your cards
And there dies the queen of heart