Scrap of Heart.

With words that cut like shards of ice,
I hear their voices whisper softly.
With touch that burns with longing, suffice
I feel his caress linger loft'ly

Driving me to the brink of pain.
His eyes are hard, his breath is cold,
The walls around his heart stand tall,
To halt the Naïve Girl not told

Of the Cruel games love can play.
A bud once full-bloom is now in frost,
Give up, the war is all but lost,
If only I'd have known the cost…

The cost which was my soul.
Lest I should give away my heart,
And to my chest, clutch one last part
Of a broken, fragile thing.

For you, I say, Sir, cannot take
The one last morsel from my plate.
The rest of Me you'll take apart,
But you cannot have this scrap of heart.


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