He belongs to a whorehouse, not in my heart

Sometimes a broken heart can mend something else's brokenness

Deceivers are the most hideous creatures in the world

You can learn things from a heart so bleeding
When love bargains with deceitful pleading
Hours soar from dawn to dawn splitting your time
Don’t hear melody from a soundless chime

Love is that indefinable moment of brokenheartedness when you cry and someone weeps with your tears

A mind can bleed a heart to death.