A song

(Long Verse)

I never thought I would put words to this soooong,

But the pain in my chest been here all aloong.

I gave you my heart, thought it beat just for yoou,

You tore it to pieces like that’s all you could do.

I called it a gift, you called it a game,

Now I’m left with the ashes and carry the blame.

A work of art broken, torn right apaaart,

You signed your name on the cracks of my heaaart.

I gave you my canvas, you painted it black,

Every stroke was a scar that I can’t take back.

You colored my skies with a permanent rain,

And framed all my love in a portrait of pain.

I pictured forever, you pictured a lie,

Now the gallery’s empty, just echoes inside.

Your laughter still hangs like a ghost on the wall,

A masterpiece ruined, a slow tragic fall.

I rap like a preacher, confessin’ my siins,

But the choir goes quiet when the silence begins.

The art we created is lost in the daark,

Just a sad rap confession, just a broken heaaart.