A small blood pumping machine and a huge pitcher of emotions and sorrows,
nobody bothers and want it to borrow ,
my heart is a beautiful magical door,
A treasure of feelings but everyone ignores.
My C.P.U identifies every hurting thing,
process them and control goes to my heart I think,
then tears roll down from my eyes,
but my heart says try try and don't cry.
So these are endless feelings of my innocent machine,
this is really a world of squalors and teens,
keep your feelings in this magical door ,
so that they can't be stolen and ignored.