You gave me your heart
and I kept it close
Now it sits in the closet
under all my clothes
Decaying in a box
until it starts to crack
Covered in empty bruises
as it turns to black
I didn't mean to abandon it
I guess i forgot
I didn't take good care of it
and now it will rot
It's been beaten and kicked,
bullied and burned
I promise to clean it for you
if you want it returned
