Some hearts feel meant to be broken
Like they never were really whole.
As if each piece laying scattered about
Is somehow right for their soul.
When love takes away what it's given
Providing no more comfort in reach
It's then the host of unbearable pain
No longer feels need to beseech
For they are used to the mistreatment
The hopes lost within fallen dreams,
So when the star drops and shatters
They've a needle, to sew up the seams.
Just awaiting some newfound love
To come steal their stitched heart away
Expecting it to end in betrayal
But acting like love shall never stray.
Shedding tears is nothing quite new
The flushed cheeks know them too well.
Heaven hasn't cried as much as them
Shakespeare, not as many stories to tell.
If sorrow could take human form
This poor soul it would imitate.
Some hearts feel meant to be broken
In fact, the breaking's what they await.
