The Picture

I looked at a picture Of a damaged heart And you looked so proud When you said it was art. You gave it your signature And look so surprised When I asked you whose was it With tears in my eyes. "I'm sorry, my dear But don't you know? When I asked for permission I wanted your heart to draw. You told me your life's story Throughout months of submission Until finally you gave me Your deepest confession." My face was on fire As I realized the truth. All you wanted from me Was my dead heart as proof.