her heart was torn like a slice of bread,
i wish my heart could be hers instead,
she’s been through a lot do not be misled,
her heart used to be a whole loaf of bread,
one by one she gave out a slice,
because damn this world needed some nice,
she became aloof as her ultimate price,
now sadly she is only a dice,
but do not worry little slice of bread,
because you can become a sandwich instead,
find your other slice, make sure they're a good fit,
& not a loaf whose already full of it,
you will know if they are you're better half,
as things stack between you with cheese,
let your crust down & fill it with needs,
do not be scared, go out there have some fun,
& i promise you’ll find someone
who will butter your buns.


© a.n.villan