My heart is crushed into tiny pieces. Like bits of glass refined into sands of an hourglass
How many times have I cried. Like doves cry.
How could you do this to me, sweep me under the rug
I am not a bug
I am an angel
and you have broken my wings
and pulled one of them off
like petals of a daisy
does he love me
does he love me not?
Tears forever flow in the river of my heart