Broken Glass


Broken Glass


Found lipstick on your collar

It certainly wasn't my color

I can smell her breath on you

You have a different feel around you

Get your lying face away from me

Your falling tears won't move me

Did I hear you say I shouldn't let in the devil?

You know who needs to hear that? Your necessary evil

Time after time, I've drunk from the poison you serve

Believing someday, you'd serve me what i truly deserve 

But, sadly, that day was always on reserve

I've taken one million bullets from you

How many would you have taken from me

I won't even have had the gut to shoot you

You've pushed me to the edge 

And I'm sure you've heard the saying 

A broken glass is always sharper at its edge

You're dead to me, don't dare find me

Cause if you do,

 I won't hesitate to push you off the edge


©Jane Bliss


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