The shadows of a heart,
Walked a man, a work of art.
His eyes like deep blue seas,
His presence made for me.
It seems there’s none he lacked.
So fine from front to back.
But when I peeked inside,
His chest no heart could hide.
His heart is made of stone,
I knew since truth is shown.
My glass heart falls a prey,
I’ll miss him every day.
But glass to stone will break.
The glass shatters, yet stone won’t shake.
This tie with him and I
Is it everything’s a lie?
My heartbreak means to him,
Like nothing but a whim.
He’s done this all before,
Broke hearts and broke out doors.
His presence seems so cool.
He treats me like a fool.
Yet he’s what I prefer,
My soulless, heartbreaker.
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