Whose heart is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch her frown, crying she goes.
She gives her heart a shake,
And sobs until the tears dry.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds cries.
Her heart is gentle, loving and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Until then she can not sleep,
Lying in bed with ducts that weep.
She rises from her bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in her head,
She idolises being dead,
Facing the day with never ending dread.
~ A
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