My heart,
It's weak,
Older,
And way over used,
It's been toyed with,
And even manipulated,
This heart that I carry with me,
It is broken,
Lifeless and dull,
From the outsiders view.
It may look new,
Maybe even precious,
But through my eyes I see,and I feel the truth,
The heart In me,
It is useless,
No longer lovable,
Incapable of trusting anyone to hold it,
It is to frail now to be toyed with,
It's been broken and glued together way too many times,
If I consider letting someone hold onto it,
I have to know it'll be forever,
Because this heart can't handle being broken again.