Bart and his Heart

The fake in his heart

had always been a safety for Bart.

No love had been felt

and no pain had been dealt.

He lived by himself

and accumulated his wealth.

His soul was dry

but economically he was sly.

When autumn it came

he looked for someone to blame.

At end when he recounted his past

the time of his life had gone so fast.

He stood there with a check

and completely a wreck.

He thought it was the end

so he bought himself a friend.

The friend helped him out

Bart's money became a drought.

When the cash stopped to flow

the friend left like a crow.

Left was just Bart

he had nothing but his heart.

He picked it up and put it together

and then he met a girl named Heather.

They had nothing to start

but she just wanted Bart.