What Goes Around Comes Around

What Goes Around Comes Around
Edited: 6/19/08 10:58 PM

Love is giving someone your heart
And trusting them that they won’t break it.

I loved you

But all you did was trickme into giving you my heart.
I gave all my trust to you.
I was vulnerable in your hands.

But you think that you can turn it into glass
And throw it onto the cold, hard ground
Thinking that you shattered my heart into a thousand pieces
Which will get rid of me.

You can lock my heart into a box, bury it, and throw away the key.

You can smother my heart into the dirt and step all over it with cleats.

You can attach my heart to a lead ball and throw it down a well.

You can grind up my heart and feed it to blood-thirsty dogs.

I may have given you my heart.
Due to your clumsiness,
I deeply regret that.

When you throw it on the ground,
You will regret it.
Because my heart is made of rubber.

So when you throw it on the ground,
I will come back and smack you in the face.

So when you throw my heart on the ground,
I will come back and smack you in the face.

So don’t play with my heart.

Good riddance.