I pick my heart up off the ground for the very last time .
I glue it together and hand it to her as if it was the first time.
But it was not in fact, she had broken it yet before but why do I hand It back to her and keep coming back for more?
The third time is a charm as is most would say.
But for me it was the last
in fact it is all I can take.
So much heart ache so much pain yet she left me all alone.
With No one to run to no one to hold no one I could call my very own.
So was this it was she gone, the question is for how long?
Will she leave the pieces of my heart all in disarray?
Or will she come to say give me one more chance, forever I will stay.
I herd her speak those words so many times, yet she never did. Over and over again then off she was again.
Now shes gone and my heart no longer can be broke.
She left it lingering on with that one lil hope That she will be back together again and my heart will be whole.
and Yet I know it proly never will
~this is for the one that broke my heart so many times~
