What's the use of having a heart,
If it is broken over and over again.
All of my life it has slowly been torn apart,
But I am the one letting it happen.
Shredded into tiny bits,
Picking up the pieces each day.
Even though I try to act like the predator,
I am really the prey.
Was as strong as the Lion,
But your touch has made me weak.
But you will never know.
That's why I must leave.
I was once strong,
Built a wall to keep my hopes contained,
Let it open for a chance,
But sadly was weakened and crushed,
By a hunters blade.
I should've never took a chance,
And let hope for love in.
Lingering for last chance of remorse,
My heart is stabbed once again
Ashley M Ashley MD productions 2015
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