Fallen

 

I am like a hungry child that cannot be fed

A wounded lion with its pain bared for all to see

And its pride shattered

 

I fell in too soon, too quickly

And for once reveled in it

And let fantasy take the lead

 

My foolish, romantic heart

One that believed

And hung onto every word

That was spoken to me

If only I had listened twice as much as I spoke

I wouldn’t have been a fool kept on display

For you my mistake, I paid a high price

 

Fallen and broken you made me

Down to bits