A heart was broken, but only her body felt numb
She was numbing the pain slowly
And when that time would come
She knew she would give into the pain of puberty ever so coldly

She'd waited for the week to come, dreaming of meeting her true love
What she didn't know was the details weren't what they seemed
So she dreamed instead of flying above
And in a wet, teared pillow she screamed

Her true love was not to be seen
Would a ghost if his mind was as visible as a popular one?

But this was only the begining
There were other things to come

She knew she would battle them as best as she could
But only she had the strenght, to fight all those who ripped out her heart

No one else

You know a lot about love. Strange and sad is your work. More from you I want to see. x x xKissesx x

thanks, 2 tell u the truth ive never been in love, not properly, i was meant to meet a boy but he never showed up and i thought we were gonna go out, that's one of the secret behind the poem,