Maintenance of the heart

Fix my heart, never supposed to part.

It's cold and dead, as I stare at the newly wed.

Patch the rips, love was shed and the tear tips.

Renew the color, memories of him grew fainter.

Held together by seams, she didn't notice my eye's gleams.

Give it life, give it love ,into the sky goes the dove.

Mend it better, my cheeks grew wetter.

Improve my ticker, the emotion grew thicker.

Heartstrings were pulled, didn't know I was fooled.

The day arrived, yet a problem arised.

The groom was nowhere to be seen, he had left for another darling.

I found out on that day, that it was all just a play.