Broken Heart

You have a broken heart,

The fancy Galen said,

Tis’ in desperate need of a fix.

I’ll make it stop, he said

Crack open your chest,

Put pallets to flesh

Shock it, stop it, slice it

Carve it, mold it, make it anew

No worries son, he said,

It will be done in a bit or two.

Why though?

It doesn’t feel so bad

It doesn’t feel so old

How does a heart slowly break?

It doesn’t take much.

Maybe it was disillusionment

Distress, discontent, dissatisfaction

Maybe it was all that pain

Or maybe, just maybe

Maybe it was born that way.