*She gave him her heart,
thinking very hopefully,
"He'll return it soon enough,"
But he held a trophy
With this valuable heart given to him,
He smiled to himself,
"I guess I'll take it now",
And placed it on the shelf
One day she came over,
And saw the display
"Baby, what's this?"
She asked with dismay
He grabbed her by the wrists,
And whispered in her ear:
"Your heart is mine"
And this filled her with fear
She shivered once more,
And looked into his eyes
"Please, give it back"
And the next event was no surprise
He slit her throat and laughed aloud
"you stupid ******* *****
Her blood was already staining,
His perfect hardware floor.*
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
*She gave him her heart,
thinking very hopefully,
"He'll return it soon enough,"
But he held a trophy
With this valuable heart given to him,
He smiled to himself,
"I guess I'll take it now",
And placed it on the shelf
One day she came over,
And saw the display
"Baby, what's this?"
She asked with dismay
He grabbed her by the wrists,
And whispered in her ear:
"Your heart is mine"
And this filled her with fear
She shivered once more,
And looked into his eyes
"Please, give it back"
And the next event was no surprise
He slit her throat and laughed aloud
"you stupid ******* *****
Her blood was already staining,
His perfect hardware floor.*
