It might be broken.
It might have been tortured.
It might have been loved.
Just to end up in serious trouble.
Still this heart is not for sale.
Need no pity.
Need no bidders.
It will recover and get better.
It has a self healing process to go through.
Least in me getting over you.
I just know.
Just believe, this heart is not for sale.
Don't tell people that it is.
For you'll be heading them down a one way path.
Where they will be admitting it too?
That this heart's not for sale.
And any bidding will be worthless.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
It might be broken.
It might have been tortured.
It might have been loved.
Just to end up in serious trouble.
Still this heart is not for sale.
Need no pity.
Need no bidders.
It will recover and get better.
It has a self healing process to go through.
Least in me getting over you.
I just know.
Just believe, this heart is not for sale.
Don't tell people that it is.
For you'll be heading them down a one way path.
Where they will be admitting it too?
That this heart's not for sale.
And any bidding will be worthless.
Request permission to use this poem