An empty heart with a picture of you within.
I feel my heart is somehow infatuated with you.
You were not even a blimp on the radar when you first started talking to me.
But somehow you laid roots deep in my heart, and then you decided when that plant had blossomed and grown to just rip it out because you thing it was not in the right spot.
Now my heart is disturbed, in chaos, a big hole right to the center were my connection with you was.
BENT ON LOVE 