Shop Of Broken Heart Poem by Anand Rai

Baby if all you are selling is broken hearts,
I am not buying any,
Can't repair the broken parts,
Can't fit in the many

Baby if all you are looking for is tender hearts,
To harden them and then tear them apart,
I am not the right kind of guy,
I don't tear my heart.

Baby this is my heart,
See the patches and the stiches left there,
I guess I am not smart,
To break my heart on every count

And if you have a shop of broken hearts,
I don't want to get in there,
I will be the one, and the only one,
Who would have the broken heart.

So I am leaving the smart ones behind,
And if you are selling broken hearts,
I don't want any,
I got plenty of them.