stop, she cried
as i broke it in my hand
why me, she asked
when i have the rest of our lives planned?

i cant help it, my reply
as i watch you fall through my grasp
i love you, i sob
my voice coming out barely a rasp

if only it were that easy
if it were punishable like a crime
take me to the gallows
as the church bells chime

if it were looked down upon in society
instead of treated like an art
i bet there would be a lot less of it then
breaking a young woman's heart