The broken heart works hard all-day
And never stops to rest or play.
It pumps blood ten times its size,
And never whines or cries.
And even beating too fast
When it senses you
It still never tires
Never puff pants, or rewires.
Yet I praise its power
I am not sure when it will recover.
Broken is not easy
But whole it should be.
YOU ARE READING
THE PAGES IN MY SOUL✅
PoetryPoems are hidden, in the deepest part of a human. Words only escape, when the pages are full.No one might understand them, but there is a chance that many people may. **************************************** Copyright @AnnakayRayner NO TRANSLATION...
