The Amazing But Blind Heart

Whose heart is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite sad though. It really is a tale of woe. I watched her frown. I cry hello. She gives her heart a shake. And sobs until the tears make. The only other sound's the break. Of distant waves and birds awake. The heart is amazing, blind and deep. But she has promises to keep. Until then she shall not sleep. She lies in bed with ducts of weep. She rises from her bitter bed. With thoughts of sadness in her head. She idolizes being dead. Facing the day with never ending death.