Heart Like a DartBoard

One's  heart is so much like a dart board.
Rings deluding the player from the center core.

Each miss the player throws is another surge of pain.
As the blood drizzles down and your soul begins to drain.

Waiting for that single bullseye that would mean the end.
Making it so hard to love or trust again.

and as the shattered pieces will lay there.
No one seems don't even care.

For Love is just a game of waiting for that single dart.
That will forever destory your heart.