Wasted
The emptiness of her cup,
A state of mind so lost.
A fear of being forgotten,
A fear of becoming nothing.
An inaudible sound,
An inaudible mouth.
Anything she says,
Is forgotten anyways.
He helped her learn,
The feeling to be loved.
All her French lover taught her in the end was,
“J'ai le cœur brisé.”*
*I have a broken heart.