Fallen Angel

As if my heart was made of strawberry jello

And you were all set to fire

Ready, aim shoot,

Massacre that gelatinous target!

And I'm down,

I've been hit!

Multiple angles,

Oh, shit!

Didn't see that coming,


How can you lose?

Your foundation

Your everything

in just one terrible Sunday?

Bottomless rejection

Stings the most,

at the moment.

And he's gone

For good


And I still haven't broken the news

To my little Angel

I don't think

She'll handle it so well.

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