Cannot be mended
No one can fix it
Might as well be blended
To play games with the heart
Deserves a punishment hard
To take what was love
And simply discard
It hurts the daughters
It haunts the sons
Broken hearts
Spiritually done
The heart breaks but once
After that it's gone
Torn apart
Eternally wronged
But woe to the one
The breaker of hearts
The player of games
To hell they depart