the heartless *****
once had a heart
a heart of gold
a heart soft
a heart all pure
which she still possess
but doesn't show

it was a heart purest of pure
it was bruised
it was torn
in the game of life
the gamble of love

it was kicked
it was  broken
it was trampled
it was crushed
it was thrown

she kept gathering
the tiny pieces
daily in a jar

away from the public gaze
she kept sewing it
with fiber and tar

her heart is all tattered
the stitches are old
but still shines

the heartless *****
still has the heart
but  no one knows...