The heart doesn’t have eyes,
But it knows how to cry.
Is not made of fragile glass,
But it breaks
Gets wounded even if physically intact
It remembers even if it has no brain
Makes a choice even if not asked
Knows no logic but decides
Falls without leaving its place
The most complicated,
But the most vital
That one thing even a genius can’t understand.
My heart is crying,
Maybe it’s breaking.
The wounds hurt,
As it remembers everything.
Asking itself why a no sense choice was made
Why did it decide to fall
With the most complicated situation
I cannot understand
Maybe I never will
But I do hope, it heals
After all…
Nobody died of a broken heart.
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s its a fact,, no one died a broken heart