Queen of Heartbreak
By
Faye Pollett
Lips as red as cherries, eyes as black as night
You know this girl is such an awful fright
Her hair rolls off her shoulders and dangles in her eyes
You know this girl will only make you cry
She dresses in a red dress, the colour of your blood
She only loves you when she wants to have some fun
You think this girl is perfect, right from the start
Until you see what’s actually in her heart
She messes with your head, and plays some silly games
But you know she’s the Queen of Heartbreak, who likes to leave the stains.
The End
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