She takes your heart,
Uses it like its a piece of art,
Until she's finished, then you're discarded,
And left broken hearted,
Your left picking up the pieces while she's moving on and happy,
Used your body like a canvas,
Loving all the body parts,
But never cared enough for what's underneath,
More to a painting,
But she only sees the body in front of her,
Faceless human beings,
Eyes nowhere to be seen,
So careless.
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