Conversation of Used Hearts
Hey there friend. Long time, no see. I have something of your's, And you have something from me.
Who is this friend? I am not your's! I don't want to talk To an overused whore.
Can I speak to my friend?
This is he, are you dull?
This isn't the boy I knew back in school.
Well you killed that boy! You made him cry!
No, I hurt that boy, With my cold heart and my lies. But he was so strong That he held my hand. I was his girl And he was my man.
Well you ignored that boy. You used him for pleasure. He was full of sorrow Back when you were together! And you would pull your hand back When your friends came around. They would taunt him, and hate him And you'd not make a sound!
I know that very well, And I know it was me That broke it all off Because I wasn't happy. He hurt me, and I hurt him But we still loved each other. It was like he was mine Before he found another.
You told him too!
I was mistaken. Seeing her with him Left me so forsaken. I was blinded by love So I couldn't see, As he used my own body, His girl glaring at me. My face felt so hot, It was true, they had won. They tore me in two Laughing in unison. So you see, he and I, We are the same.
Well maybe that boy Was sick of your game! Maybe that guy That ripped you apart, Wanted you to feel the pain He felt in his heart.
I just know he's still there And the thing he holds tight, I'll need for my husband And he'll need this for his wife.
You're frustrating me now! You're speaking in tongue! Whatever it is, keep it. This discussion is done!
Just tell him when you see him. It's what I need you to do. See, I've kept a piece of his heart, And he's got a piece of mine too.
Yes, this was inspired by the same Steven mentioned twice before.
Blueberry_Jam_Hinata · Thu Aug 21, 2008 @ 04:05am · 2 Comments |