I don't think our hearts are made of muscles,
Or valves and arteries,
I think it's made of glass
Because it can easily break...
And its hard to restore once broken...
When it breaks, we miss little pieces of it,
There becomes a gap in it
And we try to find something
To close it,
To make it look like its complete.
But in the end
We're still an incomplete person;
a broken being.
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Language of the Heart
PoetryThey say that poetry is how the heart talks and communicates with people. So I wrote my own collection of poems... which are written straight from my heart. ~A collection of poems written from experiences especially hidden feelings that the author n...
