They called you
A heartless bastard.
Little did they know
That your heart
Was once even
Bigger than theirs.
Shame,
You have to live
Without it when
She took it with her,
Leaving only an unfillable void.
It's probably feasted upon
By maggots now,
Buried six feet
Beneath the frozen ground.
If you die,
Will you take
My heart with you too?
Will i become
A heartless bitch?
Perhaps,
I'll die first,
And i will go on a journey
To the underworld
To retrieve yours.
And if the oceans fall
On my graveyard dirt,
If it ever rain
In that cold, dark place,
I know i've succeeded.
