The Never Ending Poem

Remember the day I gave you my Heart?
You took that poor heart and tore it apart.

You tore it apart and gave it away.
You gave it away on that fateful day.

On that fateful day, you cast it aside.
You cast it aside and hurt my poor pride.

You hurt my pride so I found another.
Now my heart has found another lover.

It feels like my heart is in a twister.
It seems my poor heart has found her sister.

So now I have found that all I can do.
All I can do is try real hard not to-

Remember the day I gave her my Heart.
She took my poor heart and tore it apart.

She tore it apart and gave it away.
She gave it away on that fateful day.

On that fateful day, she cast it aside.
She cast it aside and hurt my poor pride.

She hurt my pride so I found another.
My poor heart has found another lover.

Should have kept my heart and never kissed her.
My first true love had more than one sister.

So now I have found that all I can do.
All I can do is try real hard not to-

Remember the day I gave her my Heart.
She took my poor heart and tore it apart.

She tore it apart and gave it away.
She gave it away on that fateful day.

On that fateful day, she cast it aside.
She cast it aside. She hurt my poor pride.

She hurt my pride so I found another.
My poor heart has found another lover.

Should have kept my heart and never kissed her.
My first true love used to be a mister.

My first true love had an operation.
To my surprise and true fascination.

I’m surprised to find that all I can do.
All I can do is try real hard not to-

Remember the day I gave him my Heart.
He took my poor heart and tore it apart.

He tore it apart and gave it away.
He gave it away on that fateful day.

On that fateful day, he cast it aside.
He cast it aside and hurt my poor pride.

He hurt my pride so I found another.
My poor heart has found another lover.

What I found out next was really a shock.
I found want to crawl under a rock.

My first love was adopted, just like me
My love and I share the family tree.

I thought my heart had found a new lover.
Instead, I have found my long lost brother.

I will try to forget the day I rue.
It is so painful, when I begin to-

Remember the day I gave you my Heart
You took that poor heart and tore it apart

You tore it apart and gave it away
You gave it away on that fateful day

On that fateful day, you cast it aside
You cast it aside and hurt my poor pride

You hurt my pride so I found another
I have found I don’t want a new lover.

I want to become a monk in Tibet
I will be a monk until I forget

I will try to forget the day I rue.
I try to forget, then I begin to-


Remember the day I gave you my Heart?
The never ending poem.
Should I keep going?