The Broken Heart of a Southern Belle
You. You stole my heart. I wanted it back, but I just couldn't get to it. It was too far gone.
You stole it, and then you broke it. You dribbled it on the court where we used to play. You shot it in the goal and then watched it shatter on the ground.
I was so young. Too young. But I still knew how to love. And I did with all of my heart.
I thought that the love I felt for you must surely be returned to me.
I was wrong.