the heart is a beautiful thing,
boisterous and compassionate
until a piece goes missing.
then it becomes hostile,
and doesn't take visitors.
and the floors
that used to be danced upon,
have collected dust.
Thump Thump
the heart is a beautiful thing,
boisterous and compassionate
until a piece goes missing.
then it becomes hostile,
and doesn't take visitors.
and the floors
that used to be danced upon,
have collected dust.