Baby.
Why did you go?
More importantly where did you go?
I’ve looked everywhere for you so you can return my heart but,
Now I’m weak without it.
And I can’t look anymore.
Baby.
I asked.
No!
I begged you not to leave.
Only a few more hours I pleaded.
‘No!’ You screamed.
Will I ever have my heart back?
Or has someone else already got it?