Heartless

Ladywithaquill

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.

  • Author: Ladywithaquill (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 27th, 2026 08:52
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 4
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  • sorenbarrett

    A wonderful metaphor of a broken heart and how trust in another results in injury but the giving of love should never be a present with the expectation of a return. It it is it is an exchange or barter not a gift. Well written so nicely composed. Loved it

    • Ladywithaquill

      Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it.

      • sorenbarrett

        You are most welcome



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