THE SOUL COLLECTOR

How can I trust another 
After what you have done to me
My kindness you took for weakness 
And my heart you've broken into pieces 

I gave you without asking 
Whatever you needed was my desire 
I believed you when you said ours is forever 
But your heart belonged another 

I engraved your portrait in the mountains 
And wrote your name with the stars 
Each day I told you how much I loved you 
And showered you with gifts from afar 

How could you be so selfish 
Why is your heart so cold
Your deception has betrayed many 
You are the collector of men's soul.

Wilford Barker.