My heart is weak.
My soul is deep with words I can't speak.
I used to think you were mine for keeps.
But in your eyes, the love of another I found within.
So please don't ask me about love,
For I lost that part of me to a liar.
She spoke in soft whispers sparking up my desire.
"you have my heart" she once said.
That I remember.
But what I can't recall is her asking for it back.
Mama always said "never give all your heart to nobody.
For when they gone, you'll be left with nothing.
Nothing but the pain and emptiness".
Now I'm a dying witness wishing I minded my own damn business...
