My heart, My treasure

My heart was my treasure,
yet he took it all away, for all he ever wanted was the other thing instead,He didnt care bout how i felt or thought,
He felt like all that had been bought,
with the flowers gifts and kisses that he thought would make me happy,but what he really wanted was to heer me call him papi,
He used me and then left me with a broken hart at hnd,
And now im in this empty world with a child who has no dad,
And im thinking to myself,
Is this the treasure that was once torn apart?
As the time goes by and i forget about the past,
My broken hart that was once is now coming back.
Now i have two tresures and they will never be taken from me,
For i will die and kill just to keep these two with me.