destruction - poem

my heart was a ragged old building
that caught fire
i never did anything
that my heart desired
i had no tenants within it
my heart was broken
but i covered it up with a smile
the fire left scars
but no one would see
the destruction of my heart
no one helped me
the destruction of my soul
layed in a pile of ashes
on the cement floor
now i believe that one day
i can fix my aching heart
and i will continue to pray
the destruction of my heart
was a pile of ashes
my love was everlasting
my heart doesnt need these bashings
but i've rebuilt it
so it will all be fine
i will always remember this day
the day my heart got destroyed