He walked over to the case and
Pulled out the crown sitting there
Dust covered it, it hasn't been touched in a long time
He looked it over, the black heart
Broken down the middle
A reminder of the hurt and pain
As he donned the crown of broken hearts once again
He realized the pain he was in
He set about locking what was left his heart away
Never again would it happen, lying to himself
Feeling lost, brojen and helpless he started walking aimlessly
Broken hearts happened before
But this time he could feel his soul tearing apart
He stares into the darkness awaiting him
Knowing each step could send him crashing to rock bottom
He knows the pain won't go away because it's standing there welcoming him like an old friend
He was the king of broken heart but what will happen when the soul breaks?
What would be left?