Here's my heart, such tiny little thing and barely beating.
Careful, it's much more fragile than glass and very easy to break,
oh how well guarded I kept my heart the poor little thing.
Than I met you,
"give me your heart" is what you said.
"I promise to protect and cherish it, such a sweet fragile little thing."
So with little hesitation I gave my heart away.
I watched you care for it as the years went by,
sometimes you'd nurture and hold it close and sometimes you would set it aside.
But I couldn't help but notice the hairline cracks that formed up the sides,
as minor as they were the fear was something I couldn't hide.
You said you would protect it and the cracks were from age,
little did I know those cracks were just the beginning.
Crack after crack and bandage after bandage you'd kiss the wounds
and tell me it's okay.
But after five years you heart seems to have strayed,
you walked towards another person and dropped my heart on the ground.
Shattered and broken I picked up th