He stands before me, Tall and proud. Without the slightest doubt, this heart he’ll have. Hair of salt, eyes of blue, shoulders broad, Ah, perfection true. Armed to break your unsuspecting heart!
He smiles, all sweetness and charm so rare, Till you fall into his trap of words. He gores your heart, His prize in hand, love’s victim had. Another heart added to his ego strand.
Collector of Hearts, master of deceit, Each broken heart satisfying his covert need. And as he leaves, without so much as a backward glance, You realize he was just a cad. Who snatched and tore your heart to shreds, Without compassion or regret.
Cold and calculating, he goes his way. Leaving a trail of scars and hurt. So go and pass, my guileful friend. Don’t even glance my way. For I know you well, ah, much too well.
I’ve watched you silently from afar, While you tore and ripped the world apart, Trying to satisfy your rage with love. But this heart of mine is not a prize To be given away and torn apart – Not even to you, my unsuspecting love!