Wednesday, November 11, 2015



A call while walking on the streets
One word and you feel cold
Nothing to do with the weather
Nor the lack of a sweater
Tears rolling, you seem old
Your heart ended his beats

Just an tiny organ breaking 
Dropped after been dismissed  
Left unwanted, Wounded,  
Empty, messy, unworthy 
Leaving a hole in a bloody body
Now lying on the ground shaking

Universe, Sun and Stars
Should I keep it locked?
Behind walls and doors blocked?
Or can you repair my heart?
Make it stronger for a new start?
One loveable with no more fears

For the next thief to hold and keep…


Art: Girl Without Heart by AnnMei

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