Literature
Heartbreaker
He wished he knew
This broken heart belonged to whom
Never had he endeavoured to find out, though.
Her heart was broken through and through
Somehow he knew, as time goes by
Her heart will be healed and she'll love again.
In every love roulette he plays
He bets his moral heart, raising the stakes
Utterly knowing she will weep lakes and rivers.
At last, he, too, will be again with lonesomeness
That's what he calls a coward's heartache
Still, he plays the games.
Amid the bliss and heartbreaks
There was a darkest sound
So soft that he barely heard
His petit heart trembled with fear
To shed another tear and be broken again.
He ass