Cycle

Your once so gentle heart has been scattered Desperate,You stitch it up with rose thorns few were attracted, driven out by curiosity if they could heal it Yet all they did is to break it Broken as you were You take it out, now it was never there lost and lonely you saw a man thinking he's so silly I like him, maybe creep in, mesmerized by you beauty He offered his heart, Gladly A wicked smile, a poisonous shadow A pure heart that was borrowed you fade from the man's reach happy as you were but the hearts don't fit Throw it on the ground, Scattered I have a lot to stich the man muttered read it twice