This is, a heart-shaped disaster from the start, and I should’ve, known it, but I didn’t, listen to my own better judgments, and this, is where, it’d, led me…
it’s, like this…not my photo…
A heart-shaped disaster, despite how it’d, resembled love, it’s still NOT even close to this thing called L-O-V-E! A heart-shaped disaster, how did this happen? I thought, I was, very careful, but apparently, and truth be told, I wasn’t, as I’d been, proven wrong.
A heart-shaped disaster, this, was what you’d, left for me to take care of, and I wish, that I can, firmly state, that this, was the last time, but I know, that as you’d, flashed that smirk at me, I’ll fall, head over heels all over for you again.
yup, it’ll ZAP you for sure!!! Not my photograph still…
A heart-shaped disaster, I can’t let it control me, and, take over my entire life, I must, find a way, to break free, but how? Oh I know, I’ll just, get off of you, a day at a time (like the 12-step program for alcoholics???), and after a year clean from you, I’ll see, where I’ll be heading, next………
Life, the Obstacle Course 