Lorn!

Before him I hurt and cried,

It took a while but, 
I settled my heart just fine,

I was happy and back to living my life,

I held a cured heart in my hands one night,

And then he came like a deep tide,
He brought in hope of love and I sighed,

But didn't know that was a weapon of his choice,

He dragged my heart through dirt,

Stomped and kicked it till it hurt,

I picked up my broken heart,

Tried to make it heal right,

But now I feel lonely all the time,
Holding in my hands, this broken heart of mine.