This heart of yours...
It is decorated by scars and stitches
With broken glass deeply embedded on it's surface,
While covered with dry blood and tear stains.
This heart of yours
Is small, weak and naive,
Making impulsive decisions
With beats that contain no rhythm.
This heart of yours
Does not lure one in,
It makes horrific sounds
That thunders through your chest.
It is unusually dull and
Pumps the darkest
Shade of red
Blood can ever possess...
I've seen much more flawless looking heart
Than yours.
Yet, their hearts do not
Make mine flutter
For when I look at
This heart of yours,
Through my genuine eyes
I realise that...
Your deeply flawed heart
Is amongst other beautiful things.
-nathz
©nathz
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