"Its a crime" By Ben Goode 2014 (c)
Where there used to be love, an empty space remains.
But love like a punishment, has always the same pains.
Shattered. Fallen. Pieces too broken to fix.
Down on the ground, to suffer the kicks.
Predictable pains. Darkness. Shadows. Unspoken words.
Silence. I have surrendered. No flight for wingless birds.
Heavens too far to ever reach.
In hell a lesson, forever preached.
She loves no man, and I'm confused, its a mockery!
Vintaged, cracked, I'm mad, and fragile as crockery.
Loves no one, just loves me, for who I am.
Trouble inside. No friend to help, when in a jam.
She's not mine, too hard, and has no time.
A pointless love I know, for its a crime.
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