Stone

It is a shame your heart is made of stone, Sad that you are only flesh and bone, Destroying that which is not yours to destroy; Ruthlessly playing with a loving heart like its’ some useless toy. You know very well what my feelings are for you Still you play on, never caring what your words might do. Would it satisfy you if I told you that you had already broken my heart? Would it even faze you t know something I felt was special had been torn apart? Would it make you happy to see me go, forever gone? Would you still blame me, saying what I felt was wrong? If it be that, that fills your heart with ease Then so be it, out of love for you I will leave you in peace.