Pieces

My heart lies bleeding in pieces in the rain,
broken and shattered from all of the pain.
Someone was careless with a precious thing,
now I'm in pieces while the careless one sings.
He played with my heart like it were a toy,
a smooth talking, heartless, wicked boy.
He loved me so dearly, so he said.
It's boys like this I wish were dead.
The kind that meddle with unsuspecting hearts,
then all at once tear their worlds apart.
Hearts that need and want and feel,
crumple and fall, into a kneel.
The devils take advantage of,
the sweet everlasting, untouched love.
They try to tempt the clean and pure,
using their charm as a seductive lure.
Once in the trap I cannot evade.
To this boy's love, I become enslaved.
Trusting wholeheartedly the one who is nigh,
when all he does is tell lie after lie.
Time and again I get stuck in this trap.
and every time I don't want to come back.
Liking the love, basking in the bliss,
I am too often warned of devils who do this.
Yet time after time I fall victim to this deceit,
They have me in their palm, out of their hand I eat.
I give my all and they tease and they play,
Then comes the time when it all goes away.
I think it is true, I think it is real,
but soon enough I will begin to feel
feel the pain of my broken heart,
the one that the devil has just torn apart.
Now my heart bursts, and severs and shatters.
Nothing in the world really seems to matter.
Time moves on as I'm hurt and bleeding,
now my soul, with me, is pleading.
Asking for rest from this tortuous phase,
I do as it says and get out of the maze.
My heart grows cold from years of fraud.
Now no man, to me, looks like a god.
For times are hard and feelings phony,
but never again will this girl be lonely.
I have hidden my feelings and turned away
from all of the evil that still wants to play.
Never again will I put myself there,
back in that place that has only false care.
From this time on I will not get attached
attached to the devil who would sooner attack.
Free from the bonds of this horrible way,
there is a pain that still seems to stay,
one that is constant and refuses to leave.
Unto the boys it still wants to cleave.
though this pain will always be hissing,
no matter how much belonging I'm missing,
for my return they have not a chance.
My heart and soul will sit out this dance.