StarvingLonelyArtist

swing-swing. we fell in love on the first of May when the birds sang sweet songs and the flowers bloomed in bountiful colors. swing-swing. we ran away from reality and created our own wonderland, where we were free blackbirds finally learning to fly with our broken wings. swing-swing. wednesday, the perfect day for everything; our birthdays, day we started dating, our future wedding, our break-up. swing-swing. because everything seemed to be going great, yes, I'll admit that I took our love for granted - I'm sorry. swing-swing. our memories form the silhouette that should have you been by my side; instead, I walk side by side with

I'm not broken, Just a little bent. All those words you've spoken, Just left me a little dent. My heart isn't shattered, It just has a crack. Sore, bruised, and battered, But my tears I hold back. Please don't worry about me. I'm fine, I swear. I just want you to see, That I'm still able to be repaired. Even though I'm hurt, damaged, and weakened, Even though I've felt so much pain. It doesn't mean I'm truly beaten, It just means that I'll need a little help again.