To all the broken hearts,
Just so you find the strength for giving
The love you have never received,
Remember,
While you think your heart is broken,
It's not,
As it's the strongest thing ever, strongest of all
Its literal function
From your birth till death
It beats for life,
A simple job
Yet,
It beats with strength being whole and brave
To never rest or skip a beat
True in its nature and fair in its work
While it's unfair if you call it broken
Because then the heart never lies,
While it never dies
And even if it did,
You wouldn't be there, sitting and complaining about it
Reflect your own heart,
An inspiration enough
A mercy and a miracle of God,
A pure form of gift and love from within your own
Yet you think you are broken
And you are never broken,
Because then you wouldn't understand its value
You need to
If you are,
Because then you wouldn't be grateful
You need to,
You need to stop blaming your heart for your
Mistakes, choices and fate
Poor heart,
It's done nothing wrong,
It's done nothing but to give you life
The life you are living,
Yet you don't understand
And,
If you really feel broken
Always,
You are the whole to your broken
You are the heart to your whole
You are never the broken to your heart
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