-Freedom- by Jack Boudette
How many different words can be used to describe broken
The answer is three and their names are not too be spoken
For they have destroyed the most important part of me
Crushed and bruised, my once eager heart is now free
Now when something is completely ruined it cannot be used anymore
Hence it is free from the pain and the let down that love has in store
Free to go on without the awful burden of being a slave to my heart
Free to go on knowing that a once useless life is at a new start
Being broken and destroyed definitely has its perks
No more sorrow and sting, free from all kinds of hurts
Yes my friends I have decided that love just doesn’t work
It is a wicked game played by those with a secret smirk
For they have either blindfolded themselves not knowing what is really there
Or they have learned to be manipulative, cheating, and never truly fair
Now knowing the consequences of the game and the awfulness that lies in wait
I have chosen not to play, never to love again, I control my own fate!
Just like a dying phoenix from the ashes being reborn
The remnants of my heart are now closed and will never again mourn
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