I offered you friendship
But you wouldn't take it
I tried to show you love
But you couldn't fake it
I offered you my body
But you wouldn't break it
So I cut my heart out
And placed it in your hands
With my dying words I told you
Only you were able to break it
I fell to the ground dead
As my heart turned to glass in your hands
My dying words echoing in your head
© 2009 by G.R.Kuder