Another Fatal Stabbing

(A simple reminder about playing with the human heart)

Did they really love together?

Or were they useful toys?

To every pretty girl,

And to every foolish boy,

Another stabbing has occurred,

Another love is dead.

Hearts are broken on the floor.

Hearing what was said.

A life is over; a life is new,

A life is once again the same.

A lover is leaving another.

Going back to older games.

Although the trust was there to start,

Old lovers are supposed to part.

All the dreams they ever had.

Are put in the defective cart.

And there she goes, once again.

To try to make a play,

And he runs off with a broken heart,

A colt 45, and a bang,

Suicide you might have thought.

Maybe so but I don’t think.

It was another fatal stab in the back.

You must have missed when you had blinked.