Ladywithaquill

Heartless

I gave him my heart,

He gave his to someone else,

So now she has two,

And I am called heartless.

I gave him a heart that was whole,

And he gave it back to me,

But it looks a bit different now,

It seems to be filled with holes.

He took pieces of my heart,

To mend where his were missing,

Now his heart is healthy and whole,

I am called the broken soul.