Unhearted.

And so what started as a lonely night,
Became one that was full of hope.
She dressed to kill with eyes that gleamed,
on her face murder she wrote.

There he was covered in the dark,
her heart skipped a beat.
With goggles for eyes and brain going dead,
it was then their lips did meet.

The world went round and they both fell down,
into a predicted regret.
When the lights came on; they should have known,
their lips should have never met.

What was close is now apart;
broken down to pieces.
Her heart was there, but his were not,
another one of her hit and misses.

And so now the two are left to play,
a silly game of what was there?
Neither knowing what to do,
or who did truly care.

She stood up and brushed it off;
pretending that is wasn't she,
who took a plunge into the abyss,
where she cared more than he.

Another came and showed her things,
things she wished to have seen,
the things that she wished the other had done,
and the things that could have been.

Two pieces of what was her heart now lies with each;
two pieces of her heart that wont seem to agree.
One says stay the other says go,
but to whom, we'll never know.

So here she'll lie awaiting her death,
one that must swiftly come.
"Its better for an unbeating heart", she thought
rather than a broken one.

~xoxo,moumou~