One's heart is so fragile,
Tis played with,
Left broken and beaten.
It remains strong.
But until it recovers it's left with this feeling,
Of hate, sorrow, sadness and regret.
Doesn't this little heart get a break?
Doesn't it deserve to be happy?
Why does everything end in sorrow.
So fragile,
So innocent and stupid.
Dumb little heart, stay in your gate,
Keep the door locked,
Never come out.
Did you listen? No.
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My Poetry
PoetryA bunch of poems. All are mine. I don't write poetry much but when I do, it's here.
