Broken

I thought it safe to wear this fragile heart of mine on my sleeve.
I thought it safe to trust him to help me care for it, but instead,
He took this fragile heart of mine and dried up the flow of blood
That kept it alive, that had enabled it to love.
He left me heartless and cold, my soul now seeks vengeance.
For I took this fragile heart of mine and placed it on my sleeve
The sweet equivocation in his words lured me.

Instinct told me to be weary, but a victim of a foolish heart,
I ignored my sixth sense and did the predicatble,
I obeyed the thirst in me that yearned for him and placed my fragile heart on my sleeve.
Felt that cold chill; down my spine, as the wind echoed words of warning when in his arms I was embraced.
The sweet equivocation in his words lured me
And I fell prey to the foolish heart.
Now im broken, because I fell in Love.