There isn't much of my heart left for you,
People hurt me despite my promise to be true,
What's left of my small, torn heart,
Can be yours, it was from the start.
I've been lied to, scarred, and beaten,
I've learned there's no use in weeping,
I've been kicked when I was down,
I've earned this hurtful, bullied thorn crown.
I've loved and lost, sad to say,
But to you, my heart, it'll never stray,
Because I may be broken and patched,
But I know that you and I are perfectly matched.
Luna Elvenfleur xx
