The Collection of Broken Hearts
So sad yet true
The Collection of Broken Hearts
In the moonlit dark, where shadows play,
A man collects hearts thrown away.
With a sack on his back, he silently treads,
Gathering pieces of love long dead.
A heart of glass, shattered and cold,
Whispers of promises left untold.
Another of gold, tarnished and bent,
Echoing love that came and went.
A wooden heart, carved with care,
Now splintered from love’s despair.
A heart of stone, heavy and gray,
Weighed down by words that went astray.
They sit together, this solemn collection,
Bound by threads of lost affection.
Each one beats, soft and slow,
A rhythm of ache only they know.
Yet through the cracks, light may gleam,
A tender hope, a fragile dream.
For broken hearts still dare to mend,
And find new love around the bend.
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