The Heart I Tore...

Oh, that terrible psycho,
She'll make your mind blow,
I think she got my right toe,
Oh no no no, just let me go.

No not my sister's stylo,
Can you even write though?
I feel that you might owe,
My sister a brand new stylo.

Stop spinning around like a gyro,
Oh, please spare the walls yo,
No, you can't have my coat,
You better know this is my home.

Just look at what you've done yo,
You act as if you are my foe,
Just let go off the pie dough,
Go stand outside, out of my door.

Such a mess you are yo,
I hate you from head to toe,
I will never let you come pass the door,
You are forbidden forever and more.

Looking up, around and below,
I saw the ink that she have thrown,
It looked as if the stars that glow,
In the night sky hidden in my home.

I felt so low, so here I go,
I saw her seated at my door,
So quiet and innocent as a doe,
Looking at her my heart tore.

I went close to her so slow,
She looked at me, I saw her woe,
I said she's perfect from head to toe,
She smiled and walked inside the door,
It is a shock! oh yes I know,
No apology was expected by the heart I tore.

-Debra R. N. Ludwick-