The Story Of A Broken Heart

Slowly one artery breaks away
As she tells me "we need to speak"

Another unweaves itself from the complex muscle that is my tender heart
She tells me i should "sit down"

The left atrium frees itself
"We cant work out" she mutters

My right one follows suit
"I've found another" she mumbles

My ventricles come loose
"I'm sorry, i have to go" and with that she leaves

I feel the last beat
"Come back!" i cry

She doesn't