round in circles

round and round

Bisecting not a chord, 
You cut my heart into pieces.
When it breaks, it will never shatter.
It just stood, numbly throbbing.
Never again the same,
it’s not a chord, It’s won’t be the same.

 

when can you ever understand
what you are playing with
it's a fire
Not  just a friendly one
when you cross the line
you don't get even,

no,

 

i'll make sure you
receive twice the amount
just like angles in a circle.

 

such sweet revenge.