just another bloody Siren

let my guard down 

thought I could

craft a new heart 

or whatever might become one 

eventually

I used

delicate things like trust,

and sympathy, among others,

shaping what should have been 

a sign of healing

thought I could even

make you feel better

or hate yourself a little less, at least

round'n'round we go

turns out

I don't deserve a new heart

apparently

things like trust are not to be trusted 

I guess

no-one ever really heals

from a single verse 

(V případě, že jsou z tvých kreací spíš kreatury, je záhodno zkontrolovat, zda tvá Múza není spíš Sirénou.)