Broken

I gave her my lips,
devotion not returned,
desiring change, when to me
she was perfect, making eyes
at the gap between rich and poor;
warmth whispered pretty love refrains
until time stripped the days of dreams,
dwelling upon words screamed in the night,
burning through serenity to scorch my heart.

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