I don’t know how the heart survives written by Alan.s.Robinson

I don’t know how the heart survives

The blackened stump of my soul may revive

But it will never be the same

No it will never be the same

And I will never hear your name

Without feeling dismayed and betrayed

You always said so easy that you loved me

And I naïve, was easy taken in

I did not know such heatless lies could pour

Like water, when honey sweet they did begin

I guess you loved some image that you painted

And for a while pretended I was it

Never kissed, touched or beheld the real man

‘till I stepped through, and you saw your image rip