A crooked line divides my heart down the middle,
I wish with my head I'd not let her fiddle.
She never made me crazy, I done that on my own,
but I remember a time when this heart wasn't as cold as stone.

Stopped me dead in my tracks like she'd frozen me in time,
as she gave another the smile she'd said was solely mine.
Her heart that I'd kept with mine under lock and key,
was given to another seconds after she'd snatched it from me.

That crooked line flows deeper as I hurt that tiny bit more,
I cannot help but wonder why I'm laying on this floor?
Scrambling for a shred of dignity and a morsel of my broken heart,
which is proving difficult now it's been torn apart.

It takes some time but pieces to this heart-shaped puzzle are found,
gelled together by my tears that lay in a lonely mound.
She is all that I see in my minds eye,
the one who showed how to love and how to cry.

Piece by piece they hold me together,
as it dawns on me to love again I could not endeavour.
I shield my heart from being taken again,
for I know I'm not strong enough to take anymore pain.

So in hope I live that one day my heart may be restored,
my confidence boosted as right now it's been floored.
At the end of this tunnel flickers the smallest of light,
it beckons me to CONTINUE THIS FIGHT!!!

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