Poison Dart

Starting from my heart,

Slipping through my soul,

The pain of being torn apart,

Escaping my lips is a silent howl.

I tried to keep it down,

Failed attempts of a mere sceptic,

Why did she make me a pawn?

A sacrifice that was hectic!

They say promises are to be broken,

Broken I am now that she has spoken,

Spoken her heart; has she a heart?

No she hasn't, there's but a poison dart!

She walks the streets aiming,

Awaiting her next Prince Charming,

How long will the next one last?

As long as it would please the lass.

Breaking hearts is her hobby,

Makes me wonder, will she ever be happy?

I repeat myself; has she a heart?

I'm sure she hasn't, there's just a poison dart!