In my hand I hold the
heart I used to have; its
shattered; broken.
You came to me with
Your lonely soul.
A trade?
Of course!
I gave you my heart,
that broken heart,
in hopes of mending;
you did.
I have your soul in
hopes of protecting.
The love you show me
is a drug to me; your
addicting; my sweet killer;
so innocent, so deadly;
yet I want more; my average
dose?
All you have.
