A toy
A plaything
Something of minor importance

I guess that's what the heart is to some people

You meet them
Y'all talk
You dine
You enjoy each others company

Time goes by and feelings grow
I like you becomes I love you

That's when they leave
They got what they wanted
Your love
Now it must be time for them to move onto the next person

It's just a game for them
Your heart
Your thoughts
Your desires

They melt your heart with kind words and sweet phrases
Then theirs will turn cold as ice

They twist your thoughts to where they are all you can think about
That's when they'll leave
Letting you wonder in the dark
Trying to figure out where they are and what went wrong

They twist your desires too
Where all you want is to feel their touch and hear their voice
But the desire stays long after they've left

The longing for them
For how they made you feel
The way they touched you
The way they made you think you were their world
Their one and only

But alas, that is what happens
Our hears and thoughts are just play things to them
Something bought that can be thrown away later

When they think our thoughts and hearts are toys, teardrops will be quick to follow