My Heartbeat Through Hell Poem by Ben Sparaco

I don't know how you could make me feel, your quiet eyes the gentle shade of teal. I remember that cold autumn day when there was nothing i did but push you away. My heart was broken misshaped and bent, but your happiness you gladly gave away and lent. Soon i remembered how to live and share my heart beat with you and said it you would keep. iI will never forget the day i broke that cold shell and finally had my last days living through hell.