I gave you my heart,
but that was not enough.
You wanted to bleed me dry,
over material stuff.
All you were interested in
was the things I had.
A comfy life for you,
always making me feel bad.
I wanted to build a life,
where we would give and take.
You wanted it all
and your cake.
A life without love,
is not for me.
You can keep your heart chained,
live in your own misery.
I gave you my heart,
but its back here with me.
Never again will it be given
to anyone unless they love me.
Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem