My Beating Heart
My beating heart will not be stilled.
The gaping wound will not be healed.
The one she left within my heart,
When she decided to depart.
She went away, and left me out.
I hate this heart, I want to shout.
I think that I, should rip it out.
She left me here, and then she left.
My heart she took, it was theft.
She left me sitting, on my bed.She left me here, and nothing was said.