A human heart is a fragile thing,
It can tick in rhyme with time.
With time it can learn to love,
A sweetheart that can stop time with one touch.
Electric feelings surge through the body
Towards the destination
The heart.
A crack,
There and here.
The heart that was so full of love
Suddenly bursts with poison.
Leaving nothing but a crack,
Splitting down the heart.
Nothing but despair is left.
The causer, a deviant sweet bastard!
He leaves as tho he was never here.
The heart slows down,
Being ahead of the race before time.
Now it strolls along just barely along the number,
Making each day a drag in a bag.
People say time heals,
It certainly does not.
It only allows, more time to practice...
How to trick the heart,
Into believing that it is well now.
It does not tick as well anymore.
But hope arrives with time,
That another sweet darling bastard
Will come along.
He will bless the heart with temporary joy.
And leave again.
It is a cycle that cannot be broken.
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