The tale of a broken heart
scarred beyond conditions
shattered to million pieces
scattered to foreign corners
to quell the bleeding of a heart
the wounds needs to form a scab
a layer of armor to protect
the delicate tender exposed parts
to still the angst of a heart
it is good sense to lease
the stormy winds from up north
quenching the flames of agonies
to ease these hurtful feelings
we turn to science to cryogenics
freezing the heart and body
numbing the pain in theory
to heal a fragile personality
from the experience of defeat
solitude is the only favour
that a hurting heart can seek
to rebuild a house of glass
a heart toppled broken down
we must wait for a long long while
to find all the broken pieces
to relearn the thrills of emotions
a task perhaps insurmountable
how do you teach the lessons of living
to a heart with no reason to live
to conquer the fear of trusting
would need a willing teacher
someone to be there and near
a font of love and patience
to tango perchance to dance
reliving those dreaded tempos
a heart would need to follow
the beats fraught with danger
to reopen a shuttered door
is perhaps impossible to ponder
to let in another stranger
is perhaps too soon thereafter
This tale of a broken heart
the scars that are still fresh
the wounds the would not heal
the pieces that will never fit
perchance the tale of love's slumber
the retreat to solitude's favor
the start of a long long winter
the tale of a heart lost forever.
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