My heart, you burned to ashes, And left behind, indelible rashes. You turned it, and also twisted, The more my problems, I listed. You pinched it hard and squeezed, To survive, an artificial heart, I leased. You poked it deep and made a big hole, You threw it down and trampled under your sole.
You buried it into the earth, so deep, And left me alone, to eternally weep. Seeds of love I sowed, but tears did I reap, Pains, like bumper harvest, piled in a heap. Except heart-break, nothing did love yield, I realized, I was awaiting crops, on a barren field. It was too late before I opened my eyes, But after I did, I really became too wise.
