Collection of Hearts

Collection of  heart

Is what you have
Tearing them apart
And leaving them as waste
Not caring if you ripped
Them apart you throw
Their heart under the rug
Walking on them even  after
You collected their heart
You wound their souls
An it can never be made
Whole abusing them
So many you have
It’s just a game to you
Love has no meaning
To you an one day
I hope and pray that
Someone collects
Your heart and burns
It up leaving your soul
In ashes’ to be blown
In the wind where you will
Never find a single piece
Nor smile again fuck you
Someone will have their
Way with you and put
You in their collection
Of hearts