I cut a piece of my heart for you, but you
won’t accept a bite, you say you need
more than a slice, but you won’t give
anything in return, not even a spoonful;
I’m about to walk away.
I cut a piece of my heart for you, but you
won’t accept a bite, you say you need
more than a slice, but you won’t give
anything in return, not even a spoonful;
I’m about to walk away.
Poetry On A Roll 