Die an agonizing death…. Does it cease to beat?… And just waste away?…. Does it beg for its own end?….. When a heart is broken, Does it go far into its own depths? Beckoning its own demons…. Does it curse life for letting it live?…. When a heart is broken, Does it rupture, splinter in a thousand pieces? Imperceptible and Unrecognizable, Does it break such that, it is irreparable? When a heart is broken, Does it not look for tomorrow? So much is its remorse and lament, It wishes not to forge on? When a heart is broken, Does it lose its sight, Does it lose its feel? Unable to see beyond the dark clouds, Blinded by pain, Numbed by heartache? What becomes of a broken heart? Does it ever get better, Does it ever mend? Discern the light, Know such happiness… Will it ever be whole again? What becomes of a broken heart? How, tell me how… does it go on?
Reason for writing:
My own broken heart.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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