Broken Pieces

A boy starts to pour love into my heart and my very soul.
It is so nice being treated like his fine porcelain doll.
He sweeps me off my feet, here’s my handsome prince charming.
But looks fade and charm is deceptive, even harming.
As soon as I handed him my heart,
It was then that his love did depart.
My heart’s been left bruised and battered,
It is destroyed, broken, shattered.