When Hearts Die
Can someone tell me why the heart keeps beat?
When nothing’s left but shattered broken parts
Like some romantic tale told in the arts,
But pain from empty years leaves no retreat,
And breathing through the tears becomes a feat.
How could we know the treasure that was heart’s
Would find its death caused by rejected darts.
A bitter end for love to finally meet.
And yet it’s measured beat the heart does keep
And lungs continue to fill up with air
Each dawn again we rise to face the day
The world around us caught up in its care
Unable to discern the souls that weep
Unknowing of the lives that lose the way.
Isabella Poliziana 06/02/07
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