How can I pick up thy heart


    scattered on the floor, all in pieces


    broken by the one I trusted most


    torn by betrayal, lies and lust.


    I should have known from the start


    how I would end up here, in pieces


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    would I ever again be able to trust?


    My mind is blank, confused and sore


    my very soul is scarred and abused


    beliefs long held are shaken to the core


    I feel angry, confused and used.


    We were to grow old, enjoy our growing creases


    now I stand here alone, my heart in pieces.