When you were little, your worries were scraped knees,
Or getting stung by a lot of bees.
You grew up over the years,
You began to have deeper fears.
You started looking at life in a whole new way,
You found out you had a lot to say.
You started becoming attracted to the opposite sex,
And when you broke up, you realized how much you missed your EX.
When you were little, your parents were there to help you,
And now there not and you don't know what to do.
You feel like your body's a target and it's been hit by a dart,
Now who's going to be there to help you mend your Broken Heart? ! ? ! ? !
Fernando Alvarez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-heart-7/
