The heart, alive with emotions fragile as glass..
The heart cries but without noise; who can hear its screams?
The heart bleeds as if it was a burst dam flowing ferociously
The heart, devoid of a humane touch is nothing more than a cold lump..
My heart, puzzled at other hearts' cruelty
Was made a laughing stock
My heart was kicked and bruised
My heart, nothing more than a jester
Made to lift smiles on the unfeeling
My heart, jaded from all this unnecessary games
Her heart, reaching out to the unknown
Unknown was only punishment which mercilessly enveloped her
Her heart tasted cynical words which she assumed was love
Her heart believed pathetic lies
Which even fools could see beyond
Her heart, jaded from all those iniquity
The heart, cold and lifeless
Pained and crippled
The heart struggles to breath
Living is such a torment
If only the heart could skip a beat
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