Broken Heart?

Broken Heart?
By Robin Nederlof.

That night your eyes were wandering my way.
As if there was something you wanted to say.
Did you try to seduce me for your own sake?
I thought and thought, there was a decision to make.

Many times my heart was broken, thrown away.
Some parts of it crumbled, never to be healed.
And I still wanted to be around, to stay.
Around the dream where my love was sealed.

When my curiosity took the upper hand.
You started to pull me into your field of vision.
I tried so hard to hold both feet on land.
When you looked into my heart with deadly precision.

Many times my heart was broken, trampled into the ground.
Some parts of it scattered, never to be found.
And I still wanted to be close to you, to feel.
The love I made up, the love that was never real.

Finally I was able to stand right next to you.  
So close that I could touch, it seemed so unreal.
Reaching for words, reaching for anything to break through.
Lost in my own mind, desperate to leave a lasting appeal.

Many times my heart was broken, burned in flames.
Some parts of it turned to ashes, blown away.
And I still wanted to participate, to join your silly games.
Leaving me with so many questions, why did I stay?

Was it meant to be this time, did you really see?
The person that is me, no lies but pure honesty.
Or was it all fake, my mind playing a trick.
I wasn't asking for much, just a simple click.

Many times my heart was broken, deeply frozen.
Some parts of it melted, never to come back.
And I still wanted to walk next to you, on the path I had chosen.
To be astray, desperately searching for the right track.

I stared into space, not hearing your voice.
When I opened my eyes, I saw your smile.
On that moment I was yours, I made my choice.
The only thing I wanted was to be worth your while.

Many times my heart was broken, used the wrong way.
Some parts of it stolen, never to be returned.
And I still wanted to lie next to you, to make you stay.
On a bed that's soaked in tears, so much I yearned.

I wanted to make sure that this time I would not fail.
To show myself someone pure and honest can prevail.
We talked for a couple of hours at the bar.
And I realized, reaching my goal was not that far.

Many times my heart was broken, chewed up and spit out.
Some parts of it swallowed, ripped apart by a vile mouth.
And I still wanted to kiss you, to lick your tongue.
Which betrayed me before, but we were so young.

Something told me that you were different, at least I felt it.
A taste of remorse for all the things you did.
For me it was enough to forgive all the things in the past.
Hoping that this time you would do everything to make it last.

Many times my heart was broken, but there is still a piece intact.
Some parts of it died, but they aren't needed anymore.
I only need a little to make this work, for me that's a fact.
My heart will be restored, because I finally found what I was looking for.