Little House With No Air

I thought our love at first was magic.
The brief moment we had ended so tragic.
My dreams seen you kiss her.
Made me wish I wasn't here on earth.

You played with my heart and my mind.
Telling me I was your one and only, each time.
You took my breath away by betrayal, for my lungs had no air.
My heart stops and the wall has my soul, as I stare.

My spirit wonders through each room of this little house.
You took my body and soul until dry of blood, like a louse.
I cry my agony and pain to the coldness of the wind.
Can't get rid of all this dying punishment, you have put me in.

A drink will not let me forget what you have done.
In the end, this game you play, you have won.
You cut me like you would a limb from a tree.
My roots are weathered and are dead, for you have left knots in me.

Your anger was that of a storm.
The lightning bolt of your words was to warn.
A place in my heart where you use to dwell.
Has brought pain to my soul and spirit, as it is trapped in hell.