My heart
Deserves a medal.
Or at least some form
Of recognition
Because though it's been
Cheated, Burned, Stabbed,
And Broken-
It still pounds away
At a relentless beat.
Making me want to be more like
My heart.
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Words are Knives
Poetryperhaps night is dark to provide us less distraction from our nightmares. Ranking: #267 in Poetry #144 in Poetry
Heart
My heart
Deserves a medal.
Or at least some form
Of recognition
Because though it's been
Cheated, Burned, Stabbed,
And Broken-
It still pounds away
At a relentless beat.
Making me want to be more like
My heart.