my heart aches.
it yearns for something I've never never had.
the intangible love everyone's claims to have grabbed.
my heart cries out for a connection... a bond.
my heart cannot find itself all by its own.
my heart is tired, it's falling weak.
it needs help to get back on its feet.
the once strong beats have turned to silent beeps.
the bright red has faded to a dull grey.
my heart is starting to decay.
slowly one part after the next.
my heart is struggling to stay.
my heart is dying... it's done trying.
i cannot help it anymore.
my heart is encased in a thick layer of ice,
in hope to protect it from the hurt.
my heart will stay this way until one day someone is brave enough to thaw it out and mend it broke pieces back together.
About the Creator
K B
I’m just trying to portray my thoughts in ways that make people feel things
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