So young yet so old
Left with nothing but the kiss of cold
Lost was the young soul he used to carry
Whatever shining spirit he had once already had gone to bury

His heart was the most precious and beautiful object he owned
But though it was an innocent thing, it was stoned
Again and again by love
His heart was chained underwater, never to reach the air above

He chased and reached for affection
All he had ever wanted was attention
But no matter how fast he ran, how far he stretched,
On his heart of gold, love wasn't etched

He gave his heart, he gave his all
To someone he knew would make him fall
Someone who would take his heart with a smile
And throw it away into a meaningless pile

Yet... He picked his heart up
Cradling it, the heart that had darkened he tried to scrub
But the stain of rejection would forever stay there
To taunt him without a care

He was weakening... Tiring of those who stole his heart
When all they wanted to do to his purest belonging was chuck it into the dirt
He felt every moment, his heart, a living thing being tortured...
Until they all had their fun and finally left, leaving him to pick up the fragile pieces of a now broken heart with eyes that watered

It was no surprise when his heart finally faltered..
Watching a monitor which showed the time left his heart offered..
Silently, he thanked those who had not crushed his heart but had helped nurse it...
And cared for it until the wounds had knit

No position was he in to stop himself from dying slowly...
Everything seemed so smoky...
And when the tears clouded his eyes, making his vision blurry....
He said... "Tell them all I'm sorry.... "