It pumps everyday
A working muscle
Gets stronger
The harder it pumps
Yet it is still so weak
Its broken fragile
Like a piece of glass
See through like a window
But filled with an ocean
Of love
The love starts to drain
It is completely broken
Its pumping nothing
No love, nothing
Just emptiness
This is exhausting
Painful; weak
I need to stay strong
I cannot though
Because I have an
Empty heart.
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