I would've liked to put us up for show
Behind glass on a wall
Or hanging on some hall
Where no one knows our names
And no one knows about the games you played
With me
Who is she?
And does she know where the broken hearted go?
I should've known you wanted rid of me
When I handed you a lock
And you threw away the key
Won't be long till I'm gone and I know this might be wrong but
I gotta know
Is she anything the same?
Does she whisper out your name when she's asleep?
And does she know where the broken hearted go?
Maybe she's just a fool
Or maybe she's just like you
Maybe she plans to break your heart
Like you did from the start
And so it's she
She who knows where the broken hearted go
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Poems by ME
PoetryA bunch of Poems that I wrote. I hope you like them NOTE-goes through a lot of edits EXTRA NOTE-I probably have made a spelling/grammatical mistake so please don't be afraid to tell me
