Broken up

By Debborah Jensen

Mismatched from the beginning I knew from the start,

I saw who they were, I saw their heart.

But I tried to tell you but you wouldn't see,

Probably thought I was trying to be mean.

But now it's fallen apart, and you are alone.

Hurt , and broken though not in bone.

Treated like beasts of burden you were,

when they tired of you thrown out like a cur.

Well lift up your heads daughters of mine,

Heal yourselves and you will be fine.

You are daughters of the creature of light,

Move on we don't need to fight.

For how they treated you will come back on them,

they will have only themselves to blame.

Dishonor, lieing, cheating and more,

will happen to them when they open the door.

For love will not roost in their breast of deciete,

So Blackwidows will have more morsels to eat.