Hearts Incomplete

I made a mistake. I wanted someone more than my own heartbeat.
I gave my love, my life, my soul to hear that one's heartbeat.

I thought we'd be forever.
My mistake, I wasn't allowed to love, to be loved, to live, to laugh.
       
The world saw me as forsaken, my life grew to fall apart.
Years go by, my heart still broken, my grief still struck-en.

My sorrow walks parallel with my steps.
Lost, confused, hopelessly lingers my soul.

Clueless, innocent, my heart listens to others till it's lead astray.
Still my heart lingers, not yet complete, ponders if it's ever to meet.

Now entered another's heart beat, but still does not meet.
I wonder if this heart is ever to meet, or must it always be incomplete?