Empty Heartache

every time she opened up to him
he would just slam her shut
so she finally gave up
and locked herself away

After a while, a sweet, loving guy came along
but even after he had popped the lock
he came to find
that the lid was rusted shut
And even after he had pried her open
he only found that she'd become

a music box with no melody
a ballerina who couldn't dance
a bird that couldn't sing
with a heart made of lead
that had be written with and erased so many times
that it didn't even exist anymore
she was a colorless color
a broken doll
a soundless bell
and that empty hole in her chest grew
and it grew, and it grew,
until it had devoured her completely

so even when he tried to wind her up
she still had no song to sing
and when she stood she fell

he felt guilty for what he couldn't do

but it wasn't his fault
nor hers

that she had lost

the feeling of love