The Lonely Heart
It keeps beating
every second
of every minute
in the hours of the day
Like the ticking of the clock
it never ceases
from moving
in a steady rhythm
Sometimes it falters a bit
but it goes back
to its routine
of giving life
The moment it stops beating
life goes away
never to return
ever again
Poor heart it never complains
despite the burdens
it has to bear
and the feelings of pain
At other times
it feels like it would burst
into fragments
when it is hurt
How foolish to feel
such tenderness
and love
only to be sad
Lonely heart
when will you learn
not to trust and to drown yourself
In the ocean of love
To be lost in its grip
till it hurts
so much pain from being broken
how can one heal a broken heart?
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